Midnight Eternal (14 page)

In the middle of our chat, I heard someone scream out, so I turned to look. Near the center of the room, Sydney was swinging a flogger wildly, making contact with a pale ass that I could only assume belonged to Gretchen. I couldn’t help but smile as she screamed out.

After a while, my Master walked over to me.

“Come, butterfly. I can’t wait any longer to have you.” I stood and followed him, believing we were going home, but when he led me in the opposite direction of the door, my heart began to race.

Master

Things had not gone as I’d planned, but despite that, they appeared to be working out well. I’d thought my butterfly and I would have a quiet evening, just observing, but then Gretchen had to go and open her big mouth.

Having spent some time alone with me, butterfly went off with the other submissives, giving me a chance to talk to Gabriel and Payton.

After being apart for only thirty minutes, I needed her with me again. She seemed so comfortable I decided I’d try a little
playtime with her. I wasn’t ready to have a scene with her in the main room where everyone could see, but not because I didn’t want to fuck in front of people. Hell, I’d performed with Gretchen on countless occasions. It was butterfly that I didn’t want the others at the club to see, hear, or smell. There were other options and I planned on using them.

After getting my girl from the submissives’ section, I slipped the silver leash back on her wrist. I needed to make it evident that she was taken, as we would be walking past the place Sydney and Vincent were publicly punishing Gretchen.

I’d watched from afar as my sister had flogged Gretchen, showing her no mercy. Gretchen had screamed out in pain, but I knew that she’d never call red because that would mean she wasn’t able to handle Sydney as a Domme. As we were walking past, Sydney put down the flogger and was using a strap on to fuck Gretchen. As she pounded into her pussy, Vincent fucked her face. It was hot, and several men, including Shane, had their cocks out and were masturbating to the sight. I didn’t like walking my butterfly so close to so many cocks, but it was the only way to the place I wanted to take her.

As we walked past, I pulled her close to me. Her eyes were on the floor, but I knew she’d taken in much of the scene around her. Not even acknowledging it, I walked her through the small crowd and down a hallway.

Just like downstairs, there were many themed rooms to help people with their fantasies and fetishes. My butterfly’s eyes were wide as we passed several doorways, but I led her to the one I’d chosen for us.

We stopped at what looked like a police interrogation room. Many submissives and Doms liked the idea of being forced to submit. This room was well supplied with police paraphernalia, as well as other, harsher equipment. There were handcuffs, shackles, spreader bars, and rubber hoses, along with other more serious devices that could be used for torture.

There was only one item that had drawn my attention, however, and I’d show it to her after we had gotten reacquainted. She stepped into the room cautiously, and I quickly closed the door behind her, flipping the lock.

She jumped at the noise. Without hesitation, I grabbed her wrists and held them above her head, crashing my lips down on hers. She opened her mouth like a good girl, and I tongue fucked her until her knees started to tremble. Finally confirming she was completely mine, I pulled back and gave her permission to look around for the first time.

“This is a special room that some Doms use with their pets. Each has his or her own reason. I brought you here for a special reason, too.” I turned her around so she faced a large glass window.

“Do you know what that is, butterfly?”

Her eyes were wide and she nodded her head.

“Say it. What is it?”

She swallowed. “It’s uh, a two way mirror.”

“Yes, butterfly. And do you know who is on the other side of the mirror?”

She shook her head.

“It could be one man, or a dozen men. Did you see what they were doing when Sydney was teaching Gretchen a lesson?”

She shook her head again.

“They were watching, pleasuring themselves while she was being used.”

I could hear her heart racing. Letting the thought sink in, I moved her toward the glass. I knew that I’d locked the door before getting her and that no one was in the other room, but she didn’t, and that was what had her arousal dripping from her folds.

We stood before the glass, her in front, me right behind her. I whispered into her ear, “You remember your safe words, right, butterfly?”

She nodded. “Tell me, little one, whose breasts are these?”

She gasped. “Yours, Master.”

I ran my hands over the leather cups of the bra and then slid them around to the back. My fingers made quick work of the clasp, leaving the bra loosely covering her breasts. Her breathing was quick and uneven as I slid the straps over her shoulders and the garment fell to the floor. She started to move her hands as if to cover herself, but caught her action in time.

I ran my hands over her newly exposed skin, causing her to gasp then moan when I stopped to pinch her pebbled nipples. Sliding my hands to her shoulders, I pressed them back and together slightly, making her tits jut out. “Now that is a much better view for them. I can only imagine the pleasure they are getting from your body.”

She whimpered but stayed still. “Now it’s time to show them your pussy…my pussy.” She looked in the mirror at me expectantly. “Lower your bottoms. I want everything off except your stockings.”

She slid the thong down her legs and stepped out of it. Smiling, she stood her ground, though I could see she was trembling.

“Show them your pussy.” She spread her legs slightly. “Hold open those wet lips. They want to see how hot and pink it is on the inside.”

“Rose,” she murmured softly.

At her use of a safe word, I froze. I almost told her that there was no one in the other room, and was prepared to show her when she took a deep breath. “Lily,” she said in a more convincing voice before reaching between her legs and spreading her lips wide, revealing a bright pink and very swollen clit.

“Such a good girl,” I praised. “Now hop up on the table. I want you watching the window. They want to see your face as I claim your pussy as mine and fill you with my come.”

She climbed onto the table, and I instructed her to get onto all fours. I knelt behind her, and without warning, I slammed my hard cock into her body and began fucking her doggie style. She squealed and screamed, grunted and groaned as my engorged dick filled her, but she never used her safe word. I allowed her to come, insinuating that the men in the other room were getting off at the look on her face and the wetness that flowed from between her legs and onto the table. Finally, when the pleasure became too great, I thrust a few more times quickly, then buried myself deep inside of her.

After enjoying the sensation for a few moments, I pulled out and called her to me. “Clean my cock.” It was a simple command, and one which she easily obeyed.

As she licked and sucked, treating my cock like an ice cream cone, I reached behind her and pulled her ass cheeks apart. “Let’s show them your pussy now. It’s red and puffy and filled with my come.”

She groaned with my cock in her mouth, causing it to twitch. I wanted to enjoy her tongue and lips, but I wanted to get her home more. As much as I enjoyed using her body, I also wanted to sleep with her in my bed, making love to her all night.

“Such a good girl,” I complimented, caressing her cheek. “Enough.”

With a pop, my cock came free and I quickly dressed. She had to clean her mess off of the table, and I left for a moment while she worked on tidying the room. I returned with a white robe and placed it on her, not wanting to redress her in her leather and chains.

“We shall say our goodbyes and then leave.”

She nodded and followed me from the room.
 

Sydney had stopped fucking Gretchen and was now standing over her, riding her face. When she saw my butterfly and me, she stopped and whispered something into Gretchen’s ear that I couldn’t make out. Whatever it was, Gretchen didn’t like it, but Sydney reached down and twisted Gretchen’s nipple, making her nod her head.

“You smell delicious, butterfly. May I please lick your mate’s come from your pussy?” Gretchen asked with a forced smile on her face.

I stopped in shock, as did my girl. Her eyes were wide. I knew she smelled good, but I wasn’t really sure what Sydney was going for.

“What do you say, Bec? Do you want this slut here to lick your pussy? I do have to say, she’s not very good.” Sydney taunted.

I was about to intervene when my butterfly spoke. “Uh, no thanks. You can ask my Master but, if she wasn’t good enough for him, why would he think she was good enough for me?”

“Yes, Sydney, I think we’ll pass,” I agreed, putting my hand on the small of butterfly’s back and leading her toward the exit.

The look of shock on Gretchen face was priceless. I knew it would only make her angrier, but she was really in no position to harm my girl. After putting Bec’s dress back on in the changing room, we were in the car and back home within fifteen minutes. Within thirty, after a quick shower together, we climbed in bed.

“Thank you for your service,” I murmured, spreading her thighs and running my thumbs between her slit, parting her folds.

“It was my pleasure,” she responded, her eyes closing as I began kissing my way to her clit. I made love to her for hours with my mouth and fingers until her mark started to fade slightly and she was tired enough to sleep. She didn’t seem to ever go back to a truly human state anymore, but she would lose enough of the Bocaj traits to at least rest for a few hours and eat occasionally. I wanted her to be like me always, but I also didn’t want any harm to come to her, and there was only one other couple I knew of that was like us. Perhaps I’d call Jeremy and we could compare observations.

Work the next day went quickly, as we were preparing to give our presentation of the video game to the board. Honestly, I couldn’t wait to get home.

The moment we walked into the penthouse, I opened the door to the playroom. “I want you nude and in the waiting position in two minutes.” Her heartbeat picked up and my cock sprang to life.

Five minutes later, I’d finished my inspection, verifying that her pussy was soaking wet, and had given my next command.

“Up on the table, on all fours.” Her breasts hung down slightly as I circled her. Reaching under, I pinched one nipple, making her gasp. “Don’t move.”

I went to the cabinet and pulled out a set of nipple clamps. They would not hurt severely, but they would definitely keep her focused, which was what I wanted.

She whimpered as I put them on her and let the two metal bells hang down. “So beautiful for me. Now, head on the table, ass in the air.”

Of course she complied, and I began caressing her cheeks. “I’ve told you many times that I was going to take this ass and claim it as mine. Tonight we begin.”

I circled my finger around her puckered hole and she groaned. Wetness poured from her, telling me she wanted this as much as I did.

“Your body is mine,” I whispered as I slid the tip of my index finger into her.

Instantly, she tensed up and I brought my other hand down hard and fast on her ass cheek. “It will not feel good if you don’t relax.”

I could see her trying to comply and it pleased me. Moving my finger, I slowly pressed into her farther. Twice I had to stop when she tensed up.

Eventually, my finger slid in and out easily, letting me know she was ready for more.

“Show me what a good girl you are.” I opened the lube and trickled a little onto her ass. Taking the smallest plug I had, I pressed the tip into her tight hole, causing her to gasp. Reaching around, I grabbed one of the nipple clamps and tugged. She moaned and I slid the plug the rest of the way in.  

“What flower are you on, butterfly?”

She waited a moment. “Lily, Master.”

“Good girl,” I praised, running my hand down her cheek. She smiled at me, and I lifted her from the table and set her on the floor. First reaching down and removing the nipple clamps, then taking her by the hand, I led her to the couch. I noticed her walk was a little different and figured she was adjusting to the plug.

Once at the couch, I sat down and pulled her on top of me. “Kiss me.” More than happy to oblige, our mouths met and worked together. Occasionally, I’d reach around and turn the plug or give it a gentle tug or push.

After I was sure she was ready for more, I stood and placed her face down over the arm of the couch. The plug, peeking out from between her ass cheeks, looked beyond amazing, but it was time for it to come out and be replaced with a larger one.

After returning with another about the diameter of my cock, I set it on the couch and pulled her ass cheeks apart. “Stay still, little one. Your plug needs to be changed.”

She whimpered but didn’t move. Pulling on it gently, I removed the smaller plug, earning a groan from her. As I began to slide the new one in, she whimpered again. I watched as her tight hole opened, allowing it to penetrate her. When it got about halfway, she whimpered loudly and tensed up. “Rose!” she exclaimed, and I stopped pushing but held the plug in place.

“Do you need me to remove it?” I asked as she panted for breath.

She took several calming breaths. “No, Master.”

“Shall I go slower?

She nodded and I continued. This time, I was vocal about what was going on. “Your body is behaving beautifully, allowing me to insert this toy. Just a little more and it will be exactly as I like.” I pressed it in farther and she accommodated the plug. “Such a good girl. My cock is so hard at your obedience. I’m going to reward you in a moment, my good girl.” I pushed a bit more, and the widest part stretched her hole a moment before disappearing inside.