Clockwork Butterfly, A (5 page)

Chapter 8

“Angelo.” After the talk with the Archmatria, Lena had gone to her sessions with Angelo with renewed enthusiasm. Three days had washed languidly by with caresses, massages, and beautiful oral collections. Then the weekend dragged. With two days of rest for her male, Lena had lay in her bunk pining and taking her pussy in her hands over and over again, imagining it was Angelo’s mouth, his tongue, his fingers, his cock.

But something kept invading her visions of their lovemaking. It was Mae. Well, some of the things Mae had done to her. For the first week of collection, Lena had felt pleasure, but she had also been shy of her own arousal and fantasies. She and Angelo had spent five days exploring each other’s bodies, but now, Lena had spent two exploring her own fantasies. And it was being tied up by Mae that kept coming back to her.

“Yes?” His smile was dazzling and his eyes were smoldering with lust. “I want you to do something for me.” Lena held the silk obi from her kimono behind her back and stood with her feet perfectly together. She was trembling, unsure of whether he would reject her request.

“Anything.”

“Tie me up and fuck me,” she said quickly before she could stop herself.

He looked surprised. No, shocked. She’d shocked him. He was a gentle person. She felt awful. Bowing her head, she wished she could take the words back. He was silent for what seemed like an eternity, and Lena forced herself to look slowly up. He had taken off his robe. As her gaze reached his midsection, she took in the most magnificent erection. She started trembling anew, and relief flooded her senses as she saw him smiling lasciviously at her.

“Oh, really?” He pounced on her and lifted her off her feet, throwing her onto the bed while she still grasped the obi behind her.

Her breasts swung out and hit the covers first. They were cooler than she expected and she shivered excitedly. Straddling her behind, he pulled her hands up over her head and then bound them with the thick band. Lena squealed in delight as he shoved her thighs open with his knees and finished tying her arms to the brass headboard.

“I can smell you,” he whispered into the back of her neck and nibbled down to her shoulders.

Sensations went streaming down her back and legs as he rolled the flesh in his teeth and lips, scraping her shoulder blades and driving her crazy. She wriggled and he pressed her thighs further apart and leaned in so that she could feel his hardness between her buttocks. Thrills soared through her as he slowly slid his cock up and down the length of her crack, letting his balls slap gently onto her pussy lips.

She pushed her head into the pillow and took a mouthful of the lush fabric, biting down hard and rolling her tongue into the fibers. Every nerve ending in her body seemed to have come alive and she let herself melt into the electric waves. Suddenly, it all stopped and his weight lifted from her body. She shifted her head to see where he’d gone, but as soon as she did, his hand pushed her face back into the pillow.

“No peeking.” His voice was so different, so animal. He sounded like he was growling, as if he was talking from that place in his body where the low growl had initiated.

Lena’s cheeks were getting sore from smiling so hard. This was exhilarating and she opened herself up to experiencing every single new sensation. Suddenly, both of her ankles were gripped and she was yanked harshly down the bed, her body stretched out and the obi around her wrists tightened. More strapping was being wound around her ankles and it took all her strength not to shout encouragement. Her legs were pulled and splayed apart and Lena could feel them being tied to the bottom posts. She pulled one leg in slightly and was delighted when it was briskly snapped back into place.

For a few seconds, nothing happened and Lena imagined Angelo staring at the sight he’d created—a disheveled, wanton damsel completely at his mercy. The image made her yearn for his touch. She was so horny, so wet.

At last it came, a gentle kiss to her ankle just above the constraints. Then, more hungrily, the kisses traveled up her calves and behind her knees, making her dizzy with desire. Her sex was aching and she tipped her pelvis up, displaying herself to him. At last, his feral kisses made it up the back of her thighs and to the crease where they met her buttocks.

“Mmm…” It was that delicious low groan again. His face delved into her pussy from behind, and he parted her with his fingers.

She let out a wail of her own as two fingers twisted up inside her. He licked and tongued the rest of her in time with his thrumming. It was utterly divine, and Lena arched her ass up further to catch his kisses. She pulsed her body rhythmically as his fingers slid in and out of her soaking sex, causing her breasts to rub against the sheets. Her nipples buzzed and peaked, and she rubbed harder. It was exquisite. But she needed more. As if reading her mind, Angelo stopped all motion and pulled his fingers sharply out of her. Lena took a deep breath and braced herself.

With little warning, Angelo spread her ass cheeks with his palms and plunged his turgid cock all the way into her. Her ass rose to meet him as he slammed in deep. This was it. This was what she wanted.
Harder
, she thought and it came. Harder, faster, slamming and diving, ravishing her desperate pussy, just the way she wanted it. With every stroke, she felt the head of his dick pass the ridges in the walls of her hole. Her excitement built and built until she fell into a moment of blackness, where she was suspended in pure sensation. Everything stilled, then in a huge crescendo, she crashed and came from the very depths of her being and out onto Angelo. She lay panting as he kept pumping her, grabbing at her hair and shoulders.

He let out another groan and Lena came to her senses.

“Angelo! No, stop!” The unmistakable beginning of his orgasm started to shudder in her still spasming pussy. “Stop!”

With huge labored breaths, Angelo stopped thrusting and tried to control his orgasm.

“Untie me, quick.”

Still quivering, he unbound her arms then flopped down onto the bed in the fetal position. Lena quickly managed to untie her ankles and grabbed the vial by the side of the bed. Angelo had his cock tightly covered by his palms, obviously trying to hold in what he could and Lena thrust the vial onto the tip of his member. A fountain of semen flowed into the vessel. He shook and groaned, and Lena held her breath until every last drop was collected.

“That was close,” she said and quickly put the stopper in and lay the vial on the table.

Angelo’s breathing had subsided, but he didn’t look at Lena.

“Was that what you wanted? Was it okay?” He seemed embarrassed.

Lena jumped onto the bed beside him and lifted the hair from his face. “Yes,” she whispered. “Was it okay for you? I mean, are you okay?”

Finally, he looked up into Lena’s face, smiling hard. “What do you think?”

“Oh, thank God.” She slumped beside him and pulled some sheets over them. “I was worried you might think me weird.”

“Weird? It was the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

Lena smiled and felt herself quietly drift off into a beautiful slumber.

* * * *

“Shit, Lena.” She woke to Angelo’s panicked voice. “How long have we been asleep?”

Lena scrambled out of the sheets. She’d convinced the Archmatria that forty-five minutes wasn’t long enough and they’d agreed to a trial of an hour and a half. Lena had no idea how much time had passed since she’d entered Angelo’s chamber. They both looked at the beaker of fluid.

“We should have put it in the portal straight away!” Lena bit her bottom lip, feeling sick. She leapt out of bed, pulled on her kimono, and grabbed the vial. Surely they wouldn’t have fallen asleep for long. She ran to the little door in the wall and placed the beaker in.

“Collection complete,” the speaker announced. “Door will open in ten seconds.”

Lena ran to Angelo who was standing wrapped in a sheet, looking sad. “What’s wrong?”

“We never get to just lie afterward. I want to hold you.”

“Me too,” Lena said as the voice began to count down from five, four, three… “See you tomorrow.” The doors opened and Lena slipped out with Angelo’s desolate expression etched into her mind. She held her kimono tight around her, realizing the obi was still tied to the headboard.

Marguerite led Lena to her changing room. “All right today, was it?” she asked without sounding particularly interested. Lena nodded.

Lena didn’t really know how many other males or collectors were operating in the manor, but Marguerite seemed to have lost interest in Lena already, so Lena could only assume there must be quite a lot.

Lena dressed slowly, going over every scene of the session that had just occurred. It was everything she’d fantasized about all weekend, and she was in a heavenly state of satisfaction. She leaned her head back onto the wall and smiled. A creeping sickness slowly made its way into her chest. How long had they been sleeping? If the vial had been standing at room temperature for any time at all, it would be spoiled.

Lena tried to shake what that could mean for her and Angelo from her mind and concentrate on the incredible sex she’d just had.

But the horror that they’d slept too long kept nagging at her.

Chapter 9

“What could possibly be gained from spending time together after the collection?” the Archmatria said while eyeballing Lena, who was suddenly aware of her error in asking. “You do realize, Lena, that becoming emotionally involved with the male is strictly forbidden.”

“Yes, ma’am,” said Lena, cursing herself for knocking on the door. Lena had placed the vial in its chamber and left Angelo’s quarters after another intense and passionate meeting that afternoon. She had then, on impulse, gone to the Archmatria’s office to beg for ‘post coital recuperation time’, as she’d put it.

“So? Are you?” the Archmatria probed.

Lena had to think on her feet. She now knew what she was risking by asking what she did. “Am I what, ma’am?” she stalled.

“Becoming emotionally attached to the male.”

“Oh,” Lena said, forcing a light giggle through her tension. “Goodness no, ma’am. I merely wondered whether time spent soothing the male after would counter any depletion of his essence. That’s all.”

The Archmatria was pensive. “Yes,” she said, folding her arms then placing a fingertip to her chin. “Yes, I worry about depletion too sometimes. Perhaps five days collection in a row is too demanding.”

Lena could have slapped herself.
Think!
She knew what was coming.

“No, no,” she cut in. “I don’t think so. After all, we need as much seed as he can provide. No, I was talking about relaxing him afterward, to bring him back to a sperm producing equilibrium, if you like.” She held her breath and waited for the Archmatria’s response, which took a while in coming.

“Hmm,” she finally started. “You might be right.”

Lena’s heart raced with excitement, and she squeezed her hands together behind her back, trying not to smile too hard.

The Archmatria continued, “Though, it will mean training more girls if we’re to implement this across the manor.”

“What do you mean?” Lena began to panic, dread replacing the previous excitement.

“We can’t very well have your duties compromised by doing too much. No, that would never do. We must start a relaxation training program with some of the failed collectors. Such a pity there’s not more males to go around—we do have some top trainees that we just didn’t have the work for…” She seemed to have drifted off into a reverie and Lena had to think fast once again.

“Don’t you think it would make more sense for the collectors themselves to do it? I mean, it would cause a lot of disturbance swapping attendants and collectors, not to mention the fact of spontaneous new arousal.” Lena mentally patted herself on the back for the sudden stroke of inspiration.

“What do you mean?”

“Well…” She chose her words carefully. “We are taught that the male is highly sensitive to female pheromones, and introducing another set after he has just been in a highly sexual state could bring him back into arousal and unwanted ejaculation.”

To Lena’s amazement, the Archmatria looked to be contemplating her speech.

“I see.” She rubbed her chin again. “I tell you what, I will give you the rest of the week to test your theory. You may have twenty minutes of relaxation time which will commence as soon as the vial is placed in the unit.”

Lena managed to exhale the air she’d been holding without squealing and calmly spoke. “Thank you, ma’am. I think it will be of benefit.”

“Yes, I hope it will.” The Archmatria peered into Lena’s eyes as if trying to work out her true intentions. “Just remember, any emotional ties and you will be dismissed. Is that understood?”

“Yes, ma’am,” said Lena, dropping her head in mock reverence to hide the smile that had formed on her lips.

* * * *

“Hello, stranger.” Mae poked Lena in the ribs, causing her to tip her tea tray into a girl in front of them. “What you having? Looks like the same old gruel.”

Lena was still apologizing to the girl and tried to mop the back of her skirt with a napkin. “Sorry,” she said again, and the girl just glared in a way that told Lena to leave her alone.

“I said hey.” Mae tapped at Lena once more and she spun around.

“Oh, hi Mae,” said Lena, trying to keep the irritation to a minimum. She couldn’t be bothered with a confrontation and was, in fact, quite excited to tell her about the extension she’d managed to wangle. “Listen, I’ve got some news.” They each filled their trays and sat together in their usual seats next to the window overlooking the grand oak.

“So, what news?” Mae’s eyes widened, waiting for the response.

Every night, Mae had been sneaking into Lena’s bed after lights out to listen to her whispering the scenes from the day’s collection. It was becoming a ritual, and Lena had begun to enjoy the closeness of Mae’s breath and delicate squirming as she wriggled in the sheets, pleasing herself by Lena’s side. Lena had told her every detail of the sexual contact—the positions, the feelings, the smells, though the one thing she’d never talked of was her love of being tied up. Somehow, she didn’t want Mae to know about that. She couldn’t quite figure out why since it was Mae who had awakened her lust for it.

“Come on then, spill!” Mae’s eyes were sparkling and she held Lena’s hands over the plates of food.

“I got the Archmatria to agree to relaxation time. You know, after the collection.” She squeezed Mae’s hand and waited for the yelp of excitement. None came. Mae let go of her Lena’s hands and silently began to eat. Lena panicked; Mae had never been cold toward her before. “What is it? I thought you’d like to hear about that. It’s pretty big news.” She tried to grasp Mae’s wrist, but she pulled back. At last, Mae raised her gaze to meet Lena’s.

“You’re falling for him,” she said evenly with an air of disappointment. “I knew you would.”

“No, I’m not!” Lena was suddenly furious. “How dare you say that?”

“Sure you are.” Mae’s tone was so cold that Lena was scared. She could hear her friend retreat from her, and she suddenly realized how much she didn’t want to lose her. “Why would you want to spend more time with him? I can understand the sex. I can see why you’d want longer for that, but after?” She picked up her tray with the barely touched meal and tipped it in the trash next to the table. “You’ve got feelings for him.” She stared at Lena with a new furious look. “Feelings that belong to me.”

Lena watched as Mae stormed out of the dining room. It suddenly became clear. Mae was jealous. Of course she was. Wouldn’t Lena be if it had been the other way around?

Lena moved to go after Mae, but hesitated. Mae was right after all. Panic rose in Lena’s chest—what if Mae told the Archmatria? Mae had been in cahoots with them from the start. Would Mae’s jealousy be so great that she’d have Lena banished? It was making her head hurt with worry. Lena had eighteen hours left before she saw Angelo again. The panic turned to an ache in her chest. She had the whole night to get through with Mae’s wrath just a breath away.

* * * *

While the two lower bunkers slept softly, Lena lay with her jaw clenched shut. Mae hadn’t come back from wherever she’d stormed off to and Lena could only lie with her torturous imagination, waiting for a group of Archmatria to pull her from her bed and throw her out of the manor. She’d just fallen asleep when an icy hand clamped to her mouth woke her abruptly.

“Shh.” A sharp whisper sliced into her ear. “Don’t make a fucking sound.”

Lena tensed and held her breath in anticipation of being dragged out to the floor. She wondered whether she’d be allowed to keep the kimono. The kimono which drew moisture from her pussy and mouth when she inhaled Angelo’s scent mixed with hers. The thought almost made her forget what was happening when a sharp tug at her hair brought her back to her senses.

“I said,
Did you hear me?
”

Lena nodded as the hissing voice pierced through her thoughts.

Lena opened her eyes and tried to make out the shadowy figures that she knew would be gathering silently below her bed. She twisted her head and scanned the room quickly, but saw nobody. Just the hooded figure straddled above her. She breathed a deep sigh of relief.

“Mae…” She smiled and was met with a stinging slap to her cheek. She gasped and found she couldn’t move her hands up to press them against her burning flesh. Mae must have tied her while she was sleeping. Her body couldn’t help itself and a rush of excitement squeezed into her crotch. She arched her back to emphasize her stout nipples straining against her nightshirt.

“Just because I haven’t told them yet, doesn’t mean I’m not going to,” Mae whispered cruelly, again winding Lena’s hair tightly around her fingers and pulling hard.

The pain was sharp and sudden, and Lena was furious. Heat spread from her still stinging cheek right through her body and she bucked her hips, trying to throw Mae off. Mae leaned in once more and pulled the hood from her face. Her eyes were shining like a demon’s and her face was lit as if from within. For a second, she stared into Lena’s eyes with a wild look then kissed her slapped cheek and softened her grip on her hair.

Mae rubbed her cheek back and forth against Lena’s, like a cat vying for affection. Her skin was soft and gentle compared to the spiky jagged lines of Angelo’s jaw. Lena held her breath once more and awaited the angry seduction. She was hot too now and ready for the moment of surrender. She knew it was going to be hard, fast, and furious this time and she shuffled her thighs open in readiness. Her sex was throbbing, desperate for Mae’s expert touch.

The soft nudging at her cheek was slowing and becoming slippery with what Lena realized were Mae’s tears. Her body began to shake and heave above Lena, and her breath was punctuated with sniveling staccato sniffs.

“I’m sorry,” Mae said in broken, tearful words. “It’s me who’s getting attached. I should have been more guarded with you.”

“Untie me,” whispered Lena, and Mae did. Lena took her into her arms and held her close in the darkness as their hearts thumped in unison.