Midnight Eternal (5 page)

“The reason I am giving you this room is because it is the submissive’s room. Sometimes you might need time to yourself. This is the place you will go.” She nodded, looking more relieved. “Of course, I don’t really think you will be spending much time in there. It will only be if you need to rest, and quite honestly, I prefer you sleep in my arms.”

“Oh,” was all she muttered, but the release of arousal at my words told me that she liked what I’d said. My nostrils flared and my cock twitched as the aroma filled the small room.

“I need you—now.”

“Yes, Master,” she whispered, taking on sub-like behavior.

“I want you in the waiting position in the playroom. My butterfly may take as long as she likes, but if I’m kept waiting, there will be a consequence. One minute wearing nipple clamps for each minute I wait sounds fair.” She nodded her head and began to move. “Oh, and I’ll be paddling that ass and flogging that pussy while your timer counts down.”

Her eyes were wide. I held up my phone with the screen facing her as the timer changed from seventeen to eighteen seconds.   

“Oh, shit!” she yelped and took off toward the playroom.

“That’s an added minute for language, young lady,” I called after her.

“Fuck,” she whispered under her breath. It was much too low for a human to hear, but I wasn’t human and she knew it.

“Two minutes.”

There was no response that time and I couldn’t help but chuckle. I loved how she was hurrying, but it was no secret that she loved spankings and nipple play, though the ones I had in mind today had a little more bite than the ones I’d used yesterday.

I stepped into the viewing room to undress, and because I was watching through the monitor, I knew the moment she was ready. At Bocaj speed, I entered the playroom to find her kneeling in the waiting position. “Little one, you took four minutes. I am quite impressed, although I’ll have to add on the two minutes for your potty mouth.” I walked around her. “Inspection pose.”

I watched as she shifted into place. The scent of her arousal had already filled the air, and when she moved, I was able to see the visible evidence. “So wet for me. You want my cock, don’t you, little one?”

She knew not to answer, although a whimper escaped her lips as I slid my fingers through her wet folds. “On your knees,” I commanded as I walked over to the cabinet and pulled out nipple clamps and a flogger. It wasn’t as gentle as the one she loved, but it still had soft fronds so it wouldn’t mark permanently.

Holding the items in my hands, I headed over to the couch and sat on the black leather. “Crawl to me.”

It was completely unnecessary, as I knew she understood her place. I just liked watching her look at me as she moved the short distance across the floor.

She stared into my eyes as I placed first one then the other clamp on her nipples. Holding her breath for a moment, she allowed her body to adjust to the pinching sensation.

“Up on my lap, over my knees.”

The sight before me was spectacular—her milky white ass ready and waiting. I brought my palm down on her smooth cheek, leaving a pink mark in the shape of my hand. “Beautiful.”

She thanked me and asked for another. I made each side match and continued to add handprints until there were three minutes left on the timer. “Stand. Face the couch. Bend over and hold onto the arm. Spread your legs wide.” I barked out the commands and she complied to each one instantly.

Holding the flogger in my right hand, I swung it as if I were throwing a ball underhand. When the fronds of it came into contact with her drenched pussy, they made a slapping sound.

“Oh, God!” she cried out.

“There will be no talking unless it is to thank me,” I growled and gave each ass cheek a quick, yet hard swat with the flogger. I saw her tremble and was pleased to witness the pink lines that appeared.

The next time the fronds hit her bare pussy, she whimpered but contained the sound. After half a dozen strikes the timer went off.

She didn’t dare move and I loved that about her. “Now, little one, I want you to turn around so that I may remove your nipple clamps. They will be sore and need pressure. Allow me.”

When she nodded, I removed both at the same time, causing her to inhale sharply and moan. She began to pull her hands to her breasts but I beat her to it, placing two fingers over her right nipple and pressing while my mouth covered her left nipple and sucked hard.

I could hear her whimpering as I soothed her hardened peak with my tongue. Two minutes later, I switched breasts and relieved that one, as well.

“What flower are you on, butterfly?” I asked, staring at her nipples with the red bite marks from the clamps. They had lightened up, but were still visible.

“Lily, Master.”

“Good girl. Now I’d like you to please me with your mouth.”

I sat back down on the couch and watched in fascination as she took me into her mouth, eventually drinking my come.

The strength it gave her allowed me to fuck her…and fuck her I did. Over and over. We started on the couch, then moved to the whipping bench where I used the angle it afforded me to pound into her pussy. Eventually, we ended up in bed with her riding on me, hopping up and down. I’d come in her mouth once and her body three times. I thought that it would be plenty and I assumed she’d fall asleep, but the effects seemed to be lasting longer and I wondered if my come was building up in her system.

“Do you need to rest?” I asked her at midnight after the third time I’d filled her pussy with my fluid.

“I should need to sleep, Master,” she whispered, “but I don’t feel the least bit tired.”

Loving her answer, I rolled onto my back. “I’d like to feed now.” I grabbed her legs and flipped her over so she was straddling my face and holding onto the headboard. “If you tire, let me know and I’ll allow you to rest.”

She murmured her response while I began to dine on her arousal. With each lap of her nectar, I felt my body grow stronger and my balls grow heavier.  

“Are you hungry, little one?”

“No, Master,” she whispered. I could tell she thought I meant for human food. “Are you hungry for me?” I clarified.

I felt her walls clench at my words, giving me a mouthful of her sweet tanginess. “Yes, Master. Please, Master.”

Flipping her around, I smiled as she fell forward and engulfed my cock. It wasn’t long before I was exploding into her mouth. The instant my come reacted with her body I knew, because the suction on my cock was enough to make me shout out in both pleasure and pain.

“Master?” she asked, pulling off of me quickly and licking her lips.

“AGAIN!” I commanded, pushing her head back down.

Hours went by with the two of us dining from each other. I’d never felt more satiated in my life.

Glancing at the phone after drinking down yet another orgasm, I realized that it was past noon. We’d been in the playroom for over twelve hours.

“Oh, fuck, babygirl,” I whispered, pulling her from my cock. We had changed positions many times during our feeding frenzy, but she was once again on top.

“Did I do something wrong, Master?” she asked, looking at me. Her lips were red and puffy, matching her pussy I’d just fed upon.

“No, butterfly, but we’ve been doing this for nearly twelve hours. I’d like to get you some real food and perhaps take you out for a while today.”

“Yes, Master,” she replied.

I was worried, however, that when the effects of so much come wore off, she’d sleep for days. Since I didn’t want her to be alone in the shower when that happened, I picked her up and carried her into the bathroom.

“I am going to remove your play collar because it shouldn’t get wet and I want to wash you, but you are to act as if it is on. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master,” she said, dropping to her knees without being told.

“Your permanent collar should never come off. It is stainless steel and can go in water.”

I turned on the shower and we stepped inside. “I’m going to wash you. Pay close attention. When I’m done, you will wash me with the same care.”

I began at her fingers and washed her hands, arms, and back. Then I moved to her legs and washed her thighs, calves, and feet. Her eyes were closed and she looked like she was about to fall asleep. I wondered if that were the case, but when my hands moved to her breasts, her eyes opened lazily. I gave each attention before lowering the sponge to her pussy. “Spread.” She complied and I thoroughly cleaned her swollen lips as well as her ass. “Kneel.”

She dropped to her knees and looked up at me expectantly. My cock, which had remained in a semi erect state for the shower, sprang to life. She opened her mouth but I had to redirect both her and my throbbing organ. “No, little one. I’m just going to wash your hair.” I applied the shampoo and worked it in before rinsing. While waiting for the conditioner I’d massaged into her locks to be absorbed, I took the moment to wash my own hair. I knew she wouldn’t be able to reach and there was no way I’d be kneeling down for her. It was too early in our relationship for her to be in a dominant position even momentarily.

After we were both rinsed, I handed her the sponge. Her fingers trembled slightly as she washed my hands, arms, shoulders, and back. When she dropped to her knees again to wash my feet and legs, I began to reconsider asking her to take my length into her mouth. I resisted the urge, though, even when she washed my cock and balls. Once she was finished, she sat back on her heels and waited for further instruction. Reaching behind me, I turned off the water and stepped from the shower.

“Such a good girl. You will go get dressed and then we shall eat.”

She nodded, and fifteen minutes later she met me in the kitchen. Surprisingly she wasn’t hungry, although she was starting to look tired. I considered cancelling our outing, but she said she’d be able to stay awake for a bit. Worst-case scenario, we’d come right back.

After convincing her to at least take a piece of fruit, we headed to the elevator. Peach in one hand, mine in the other, we walked down the street toward the park.

“This peach has a very strong scent,” Bec commented. “Well, actually I can smell a lot more today. Is that…” she paused, “…hot dogs?”

I laughed. “Yeah, from the hot dog stand in the park. It’s like four blocks away. Amazing!”

“I can smell a lot of things I wish I couldn’t,” she laughed, looking down the street toward a dumpster.

“That is one of the drawbacks,” I smiled. We were nearly two blocks from the apartment and almost to the park. So far we’d been walking in the shadows of the buildings, and I was curious to know the effect the sun would have on her. As we stepped into the sunlight I was about to ask, but she beat me to it.

“Oh, Oliver!” she exclaimed. “My skin! It’s like humming! The sun feels so good. I was getting tired, but now…now…oh I feel like I could fly.” She laughed. “Don’t worry, I know I can’t!”

Her mood was completely different. She’d been quiet two minutes earlier, but once the sunlight hit her, it was like she’d been given a shot of pure adrenaline.

She looked at the half-eaten peach in her hand and wrinkled her nose at it. “Do I really have to eat this? I’m not hungry at all.”

I laughed. I knew what it was like to eat food when you weren’t hungry. It wasn’t that I couldn’t, it would just be like eating a piece of bread when you were full. The flavor, unless it was raw or nearly raw meat, didn’t appeal to me, and at that moment, it didn’t appeal to her, either.

Bec and I walked through the park hand-in-hand, enjoying the sun. After a few minutes, we found a spot near the pond and sat in the grass. She told me about her childhood and I explained to her a bit more about Bocaj. I still hadn’t mentioned my fangs or the toxin, but I didn’t want to scare her; I would bring it up in due time. Right now, I just wanted her to be comfortable with me. And after an hour of laughing and soaking in the sun, I knew she was.

When the wind shifted, I noticed their scent. It was probably something I would have noticed earlier, but I was so preoccupied with Bec that I was paying attention to little else. Glancing across the pond, I saw my mother look up and wave.

“Tell me more about you. What was it like to grow up? Tell me about your childhood—your family.”

“Would you like to meet my parents?” I asked, trying to hold back the smile.

“You want me to meet them?” I nodded. “Would they even want to meet me?”

I swallowed. It had been a small lie at the time, but now I wanted to come clean.

“Baby, they’ve already met you.”

“Are they someone we work with like Shane?”

I laughed. “No, but the company may be in my father’s name. Sydney changes the ownership every few decades to avoid suspicion. This is a new company, though, so I’m not sure. Anyway, that’s something we can talk about another time. My parents met you the night you went to get flowers from the shop down the street.”

I watched her start to work it out, but I continued on with my explanation anyway. “After you came back, you drank from me. When it wore off you fell asleep, but I didn’t know you were just sleeping and I panicked. I thought something terrible had happened to you so I called my father. Apparently, he thought I’d killed you.” Her eyes went wide.