by NJ Cole
I stood in front of her and removed my slacks. I saw her glance up, then catch herself and look back at the ground again.
“I am your Master. You will serve this body. Look at my body, butterfly.”
She raised her eyes slowly and, realizing she was eye level with my cock, gasped. I loved her reaction to my body.
A bit of fluid seeped from the slit at the end of my hard shaft, and my girl groaned at the sight of it. She licked her lips quickly, then sunk her teeth into her lower one. Fuck, I wanted that mouth, and I wanted it now.
Chapter 55
butterfly
He was gorgeous! His entire body was like that of a Greek god. I was kneeling in front of him—giving me a perfect view of his cock—and I couldn’t help but to stare straight at it. Right before my eyes, a tiny drop of liquid slipped from the tip, causing me to groan aloud in anticipation. I wanted to taste it so badly, but I bit my lip to stop myself from begging for it. He was watching me stare unabashedly at his cock.
“Open,” he said after what felt like hours.
I opened my mouth and began to salivate when he teased my lips for a moment before sliding himself in. Closing my eyes, I savored the flavor as it exploded in my mouth.
“Open your eyes. Look at me, my beautiful girl.” His voice was commanding, yet gentle.
I looked up into his eyes and felt the love radiate from him. Moving my head back and forth on his cock, I never broke his gaze.
“Fuck, that’s it, my good girl. Take it all.”
I loved his words and hummed around his cock, making it jump and instantly thicken.
“So good,” he grunted, pressing his lips together.
I sucked hard, moving my head up and down faster. He’d told me to look at him, but I couldn’t break his gaze now even if I wanted to. He was beautiful, and sexy, and mine.
“Fuck, my butterfly.” His words were choppy. “Drink it all, babygirl,” he groaned just before I felt him throb once and then fill my mouth with his cool come. It tasted amazing, like usual, but there was so much that I couldn’t get it down fast enough. Stream after stream shot into the back of my throat as I tried to swallow around his cock. Unable to keep up, I was grateful when he pulled out and gave me a chance to swallow what was still in my mouth. I licked my lips in satisfaction, and it was only then that I noticed a ring of thick white come that circled the base of his cock.
As had happened each time I’d given my Sir—my Master—a blowjob, I felt more alive afterwards. I felt stronger, faster, like I could do anything. I even considered leaning forward and licking his cock one last time, but before I had the chance, he moved away from in front of me and went to lie down on the bed.
“Come, my butterfly. Clean my cock.”
I scrambled onto the bed. My movements were much too quick, and I surprised myself with the speed at which I found myself between his legs.
I licked around the base of his cock, and then took his balls into my mouth. “Fuck! Such a good little girl.”
I smiled at his words, his cock just touching my lips. I waited a moment, then engulfed his magnificent erection with one movement.
I started to use my hands, too. One was stroking his cock, and the other was playing with his balls. I sucked on him hard, making him groan in pleasure.
When he came in my mouth the second time, it was as much as the first—maybe more. I drank it down and then began to clean him off again.
I felt like I could fly, like I could jump off the balcony and never hit the ground!
I swore his come was magical, because the more of it I drank, the better I felt. I licked his cock clean, and was still searching for more when I felt his hands grasp my upper arms and pull me onto his chest.
“How are you feeling, my butterfly?” he asked, stroking my cheek.
“Honestly, I feel like I can fly!” I giggled.
“You can’t,” he said quickly.
Of course I couldn’t. What a silly thing to have said.
“But you can come up here and serve me. I want to enjoy that body now.”
All silliness was gone in an instant. I swallowed hard and crawled the rest of the way up his body. In a flash, he had me on my back. We had literally traded positions in what seemed like the blink of an eye. I was staring at the ceiling and he was now situated between my legs.
“So wet for me,” he growled, sliding a finger slowly inside of me.
I moaned in pleasure.
“You want me to fuck you, don’t you, little girl?”
“Please,” was all I could manage as his finger began stroking my walls.
“Oh, begging isn’t going to get you fucked, my butterfly. I will fuck you when I want, and right now, what I want is to taste that pussy of yours.”
“Hold onto the headboard and don’t move a muscle, little one.”
I gasped when he threw my legs over his shoulders.
As his mouth descended on my swollen clit, I snaked my fingers through the bars of the bed and grabbed on tight. His tongue was different than before—not as cold. Maybe it just felt that way because I could see him now. I stared at his tongue diving in and out of me, mesmerized by the sight. He looked up at me, and I should have looked away, but I just couldn’t.
“You like to watch your pussy get ravaged, don’t you, butterfly?” he chuckled. “Such a dirty little girl.” He went back to fucking me with his tongue, but not before he witnessed my embarrassment. I felt the heat there long after his eyes looked away. I couldn’t help it—I stared at him the entire time he consumed me. His tongue licked in tight circles around my clit, making me grip the headboard tightly. I panted as he drove me closer and closer to the edge. When he sucked my clit into his mouth, I squeezed the metal bars so hard I felt them bend beneath my fingertips. I whimpered, holding back my orgasm, but knowing I wouldn’t last much longer. Finally, when I thought I would explode, he looked up at me and whispered, “Come.”
I’d seen myself squirt when I’d masturbated for him, but I’d never actually seen myself squirt onto him. Watching him—his mouth—made me come harder.
Finally able to tear my eyes away from his face, I glanced up at the headboard. I’d held on like he’d instructed, but had somehow managed to crush the metal rods. They must have been made of some sort of decorative aluminum or something. He noticed, too.
“Holy fuck,” he said, removing my hands.
“I’m sorry, Master,” I apologized.
He chuckled and pulled my hands away so he could see the damage. “It’s no problem,” he said, smoothing the metal back into its original shape. Clearly it was easily pliable, as he had no problem fixing both bars where my hands had been.
“Glad it wasn’t my cock,” he said without looking at me.
I stared at him wide eyed. He thought I’d do that to his penis? I would never!
“Oh shit,” he said, glancing at me. “I keep forgetting you can hear me now.”
I was more confused than ever. I hadn’t changed. The only difference was, now I knew who he was. And I loved who he was.
He kissed each of my hands. “They are perfect. You are perfect,” he said, kissing his way down my arms and to my chest, totally changing the mood back to one of pure lust.
He kissed my breasts, pulling my nipple into his mouth. “I want this body,” he groaned. “I need you to promise me one thing though.”
I nodded. “Anything.” My voice was a throaty whisper as he switched to the other nipple, sucking it as well.
“If I hurt you, you will tell me. Tonight is about joining as one—it’s not supposed to hurt. Can you do that?”
I nodded again.
His hand went to the collar around my neck, and he rubbed the heart with his thumb. “You are all mine now.”
Chapter 56
Master
She was perfect—absolutely perfect—and she was mine. Her pussy had tasted as delicious as ever, and it had turned us both on when she’d watched me ravish her.
Her h
eart was beating more wildly than when she’d come undone for me. We both knew it was time, and though I couldn’t count the number of times I’d fucked in the past century, I knew I’d never felt like this. Sure, I’d cared for my submissives—all of them, really. They were mine to take care of, to train and get pleasure from. I’d loved some of them even, but I’d never been in love with any of them. A few months ago, I might not have known the difference between loving someone or being in love with them. There is a hell of a lot of difference, and I was in love with my butterfly. I was going to use my body to show her just how much.
The most important thing was my girl’s safety, and although I wanted this more than anything I’d ever wanted in my life, Bocaj or human, it was not worth hurting her. If she seemed the slightest bit in danger, I would stop. It would take every bit of control I had, but I would stop.
She looked up at me and whimpered softly as I positioned myself between her legs. Grasping them by the ankles, I placed her calves on my shoulders, effectively spreading her pussy wide open for me and removing all obstacles.
Taking an unnecessary but calming breath, I tried to relax and concentrate. She looked up at me lovingly, so trusting and devoted. I ran my fingers over her cheekbone and then held her hand, my fingers laced with hers. I looked into her eyes as I rubbed my cock between her slippery folds.
Her breath caught; she whimpered and moaned, but never broke eye contact with me.
“Mine,” I said again as I began to enter her inch by inch.
Her eyes grew wider momentarily, and I thought she was going to cry mum, but instead, I heard a soft moan fall from her lips.
Entering her pussy slowly was the hardest thing I’d done in my life. It was so soft and warm. Bocaj pussy was wonderful, but I’d never felt anything like this.
I pulled back a fraction of an inch and pressed back in again, almost as slowly as the first time. My girl was looking straight at me, her eyes pleading with me for something. Did she want me to stop?
“Am I hurting you?” I whispered. She shook her head, though she didn’t look away. “Then what is it, my butterfly? What is it you need? Speak.”
She blinked once, slowly, then opened her eyes and, looking directly into mine, said, “More. I need more.”
I pulled all the way out and entered her again quickly and with much more force. “Yes,” she groaned, her eyes rolling back in her head. “Mmmmm, yes.”
The next few minutes were spent walking the fine line between keeping my girl in that state and injuring her. The faster I seemed to go and the harder I seemed to thrust, the more she seemed to like it. I knew I couldn’t go full force or I’d kill her, yet the pace I was at now kept her screaming in ecstasy. She squeezed my hand that was still laced with hers tightly, actually causing me some pain.
Leaning down, I kissed her and quickened the pace slightly. She gasped for air and made sounds that let me now that she was close to orgasm. “Don’t you dare come until I tell you to, my butterfly.”
“Yes…ungh…Master…” her words came out strangled and between groans and screams.
Her eyes were tightly closed and her head was thrown back, exposing her long, beautiful neck. I bent down, never slowing my relentless pace, and kissed my way from her nipple to her ear, licking every inch of skin along the way.
“You are mine,” I whispered in her ear as her walls, despite her words, began to quiver and contract around me.
“Yes, yours,” she panted, holding her breath in an attempt to stop her orgasm.
“Open your eyes,” I said, raising myself to look down at her. “Look at me.”
Her eyes flew open and locked with mine.
“Come.”
It was a simple command to which both of our bodies obeyed. Hers contracting around mine, squeezing me and releasing enough fluid to coat my abdomen and balls. Mine spilling stream after stream of come into her hot body.
Her eyes closed and it appeared that she was falling asleep like she had the evening I’d called Gabriel for help. They were closed for less than a minute when they flew back open. I wasn’t sure which it was, the feral look in her eyes, the fact that she was squeezing my hand so tightly that I felt my bones start to crack, or the fact that the walls of her pussy—which were already tight—began clamping down painfully around my cock, but one of those things, or maybe all of them, made me scream out, “HOLY FUCK!”
A growl left her lips—yes, a growl—as she said, “More, Master.”
I was shocked. I’d expected her to sleep immediately, as she had done in the past after the effects of ingesting my come had worn off. And it looked like she was going to, right up until her eyes flew open. I was puzzled, because it wasn’t like I’d given her another dose. Then it hit me. I had—I’d given her my come, more than I could ever remember coming before. It just wasn’t orally.
In fact, even now, as my cock laid insider her, she squeezed it, milking it for more. I groaned again at the pressure, but I had to admit, it felt really good.
Her hand, which was still crushing mine, however, did not feel as good. I was amazed at how strong she was and wondered how close she was to matching my own strength.
The look in her eyes was of pure lust, and I couldn’t deny my girl or myself this moment. In one smooth motion, I pulled my knees under me and lifted her up so that she was sitting on my lap, straddling me, with my cock still inside of her.
Her breasts were now in my face, and I didn’t miss the opportunity to lavish them with attention. She released my hand and held onto my hair, thrusting her breasts into my face. I licked and sucked and nipped at them, extracting the most amazing sounds from my girl as her hips started to grind against me. Damn, my girl was ready to go again.
I lifted her up and down a few times, fucking my cock with her body. She grabbed my hair and threw her head back, giving me a delicious view of her breasts bouncing up and down. I wanted to see all of her though, so I rolled my hips and pivoted so I was lying on my back with her straddling my cock. She stared down at me with a wanton look in her eyes and had never looked more beautiful.
I reached up and ran the pads of my thumbs over her nipples, making them tighten and pebble. Her hips rocked, rubbing my cock and causing me to groan. I knew what she wanted, what she needed. It was amazing that she’d remained in control of her body this long. I wanted her to enjoy this as much as I was, so I gave her the green light.
“Fuck me, butterfly.”
Chapter 57
butterfly
When Oliver had first entered me, I thought it was going to hurt. He’d warned me as much, and I’d had him in my mouth many times, so I knew he was long, hard and thick. But it hadn’t hurt. In fact, when he was fully inside of me, as cliché as it sounds, I felt complete.
He barely moved at first and it drove me mad. Then he started to fuck me, and it felt so good I thought I was going to pass out. His cock was rubbing a spot inside of me that made my entire body feel like it was on fire. I’d closed my eyes and was trying to hold off what I knew was going to be the most intense orgasm of my life, when he took my chin in his hands and told me to look him in the eye. When I did, he growled, “Come,” and I did. Surprisingly, he did too, and his come didn’t feel cool, it felt warm inside my body.
Feeling satiated and sleepy, I closed my eyes for a moment. Then, as if flipping a switch, I felt invigorated and full of life. It was like I’d been injected with pure adrenaline!
My Master took me in his arms and held me to him. He lavished my breasts with kisses, making every inch of me tingle. I moaned in delight, my body responding to him, seeking out the friction it craved. When his hands touched my ribcage, the electrical charge I felt made my entire body vibrate and tingle, but when he began lifting me up and down on his cock, I thought I was going to explode. I threw my head back, enjoying the feeling and allowing my breasts to bounce up and down wildly. I could have done that for hours, but in what seemed like slow motion and super speed all at the same time, he moved on
to his back and pulled me on top of him, never once breaking our connection.
I looked down at him, my Master, and waited for instructions. I was the luckiest woman in the world. He was an amazing lover, commanding, and beyond sexy to look at. When he gazed up at me, I saw the desire I felt reflected back in his eyes.
“Fuck me, butterfly,” he said and began rocking my hips with his hands.
I didn’t need much encouragement to do what felt natural. Bouncing up and down on his cock was amazing—I could fuck myself as hard as I wanted with it. I loved the look in his eyes as he lay back and watched his cock disappear into my pussy over and over again.
My breasts bounced each time I slammed myself down onto his cock, causing his eyes to dart back and forth between them and my pussy. When his fingers reached up and began tugging on my already hard and sensitive nipples, I thought I was going to come all over him without permission.
Somehow, I was able to maintain control and keep my pace, though with each thrust I came closer and closer to the edge.
My Master’s hands left my nipples and snaked around behind me. He pulled me down toward him so that he could lick and suck on my nipples. My clit, which was already swollen, was now pressed against his pubic bone. It felt so good that I was no longer hopping up and down, but rocking back and forth.
“Fuck, babygirl,” he groaned around a mouthful of breast. “I wanna feel you squeeze my cock. Come for me, sweetheart. Come.”
His words were music to my ears. Grinding myself onto him and thrusting forward a few more times, I found my release. Tensing up, I began to feel it gather in my toes and travel through my body.
“Oh no you don’t,” my Master said, grabbing my hips and rocking them. “Keep on fucking me.”
The sensations before he began rocking me were incredible, but once he took control of my hips, it intensified the feelings and my orgasm hit me like a tsunami.
“Oh, fuck…oh, Master…oh, Oliver!” I screamed as it tore through my body making me feel beyond human. I grabbed onto the headboard and screamed as I came hard all over my Master.