Midnight Eternal (6 page)

“Killed me?” Perhaps now was the time to talk to her about my fangs.

“Uh, well, obviously I didn’t, but I was a bit worried. You’ve already seen how much stronger than you I am. There is something else, though…” She bit her lip and waited. “Something about my physiology that I should explain. I have a weapon that I can use for both offense and defense. It’s quite dangerous.” She was holding her breath, and I was stalling. “When I become afraid, excited…aroused, I have fangs that elongate inside my mouth.”

“Like a vampire?” she questioned, and I had to hold back a chuckle.

“No, not like a vampire. Vampire fangs, if they
did
exist, would be used to suck in things, like blood. My fangs are much more like a snake—a venomous snake.”

“You’re poisonous?”

“If my fangs elongated and I bit you, yes. You would be paralyzed and most likely die.”

She sat there in silence for several minutes. “Ok, then. I trust you.”

“What? Just like that?”

“Well, I figured that if you really wanted to kill me, I’d be dead already. You’ve had plenty of opportunities.”

“True,” I laughed.

“And besides, if the being from another planet thing didn’t make me leave, why would this? I do have one question, though.”

“Anything.”

“The night I went and picked up the flowers and came back to the playroom…the night you said your parents met me, was Shane there, too?” I nodded. “And others? And were you fighting on the ceiling?”

“You remember that? Wow. Uh, yeah, Shane was there. Sydney, too. She made a comment about how good you smelled, and I kinda lost it.”

“They were in the playroom while I was naked?”

“You were covered. There was no way I’d let them see you nude. But yes, my parents, Shane, Sydney, my friend Payton, and her submissive, Caleb, were there. I’m sorry if that upsets you. I wasn’t thinking—I was scared something had happened to you.”

“Oh, this is so embarrassing. Do your parents really want to meet me again, you know…when I’m awake this time?”

“Of course.”

“Then I’d like to meet them, too. Anytime.”

I raised my eyebrows. “Anytime? ‘Cause they’re sitting in the sun across the pond.”

She looked toward where I was pointing, and my mother waved again as my father nodded his head in way of saying hello.

“It’s up to you.”

“I’d like to m
eet them,” she said, surprising me.

We stood and began to walk the path around the pond. As we got about halfway, I began to feel nervous. My parents had met several of my submissives before—all of the Bocaj ones, actually—though never any of the humans. Each time, my parents and my submissives had gotten along, but this time was different. I didn’t want them to just get along, I wanted them to really like each other. Well, I really wanted Bec to like my parents; I couldn’t imagine why they wouldn’t instantly fall in love with her as I had.

“I’m so nervous,” Bec said, echoing my emotions.

As we approached them, Bec squeezed my hand tightly.

“Ow,” I whispered. “You’re still really strong.”

“Oliver!” my father called, closing the short distance between us with my mother following close behind.

“I’d like you both to meet Bec. Bec, these are my parents, Gabriel and Caroline.”

“It’s a pleasure,” my father said, holding out his hand.

Bec looked at it and then at me before taking it tentatively. At first I thought she was afraid of touching him because he was Bocaj. “I uh, I’m afraid to shake your hand. It seems I’m a lot stronger today than normal.” Color flooded her cheeks at her admission and I found it adorable. She wasn’t afraid of touching him, but of hurting him.

“I think I’ll be fine,” my father replied. “In fact, I’d love to see that. Go ahead and shake my hand as hard as you can.”

I nodded when Bec looked to me for guidance. The next thing I knew, my father had grunted in pain. “Wow, some grip. Nearly as strong as…well…”

“She knows, Gabriel,” I explained.

Bec had pulled her hand back and looked mortified. “I’m so sorry,” she apologized.

“It’s alright, Dear,” my mother soothed, stepping forward. “I’m sure he’s already fine. It is so nice to meet you. Perhaps a hug?” I was surprised Bec opened her arms wide and smiled. When they broke the embrace, my mother looked at Bec’s permanent collar. “Oh, your collar is lovely. Very nice, Oliver.”

Bec blushed a deep shade of red and her eyes opened wide. My mother’s statement made it clear that she knew exactly what her necklace was.

I watched as Bec’s eyes lowered and settled on the necklace my mother wore. It was gold chain with a charm that said, “Daddy’s Little Girl.”

“Is that your, um…is that a…are you a…a…?”

“A submissive? Yes.”

“That would explain why I call my father Gabriel. It wouldn’t be right with both of us calling him Daddy.”

Everyone laughed, dissolving the tension. After that, we sat down and soaked in the sun while getting to know each other. Bec talked about her childhood and a bit about her parents’ deaths, while my mother and father told stories of my youth and of me in general.

Two hours, later Bec and I were making our way back to our apartment building. “Does it bother you that your parents are so open about their sex life?”

I chuckled. “It did, but after fifty or sixty years I started to get used to it.”

When we got back to the penthouse, I asked her to go to her own room and lie down for a bit. She insisted that she wasn’t tired, so I gave her the journal and a prompt. I figured that if she were worn out, her body would take the opportunity to rest.

Thirty minutes later when I went in to check on her, she was wide awake, her journal resting on the
nightstand. “I really tried to sleep,” she whispered.

“If you’re not tired, then I have a much better use for your time.”

“Yes, Master,” she said, jumping up off the bed and toward the playroom. I couldn’t wait to spend another night with her.

She presented herself well and then submitted to me completely. We drank from each other several times, and after hours of spanking, flogging, and fucking her using the different pieces of equipment in the room, I carried her to the bed. Spooning with her, we made love for hours. Our pace was slow, and I was able to enjoy every inch of her pussy as it clung to my shaft each time I withdrew, and every inch of it again when I spread it wide open.

It was so peaceful that she and I both fell into a deep sleep. Months had passed since I’d actually slept, but never had it been so soundly. In fact, it was Bec who heard the ringing of her phone. “Oliver, that’s my alarm,” she said sleepily and then sat up with a start, throwing her hair over her shoulder. “Oh no!” she gasped. “I have an appointment at Denali’s today.”

I gasped, too, but for an entirely different reason. When she had moved her hair, I’d caught a glimpse of a mark on her back. It was faint, but it was definitely there; I was positive of that. The other thing that I was certain of, was that it was my mating mark.

I had to talk to Gabriel—this was huge.

butterfly

Every muscle in my body ached. The past forty-eight or more hours had been filled with the most intense fucking of my life. Using the furniture in the playroom, my Master had fucked me in positions I didn’t even know were possible. I’d had more orgasms than I could count, and I wasn’t sure how my stomach wasn’t bloated from all of his delicious fluid that I’d consumed.

The odd thing was, even though there was that ache, I never felt more alive. I
was
, however, a bit worried that the women at the spa would be able to tell how much I’d been serving my Master. Even though I’d showered, I could easily smell his scent on me. Then again, I could smell just about
everything
.

When I entered the salon, the woman behind the counter—I couldn’t remember her name—gave me an icy stare. When her eyes landed on my collar, the stare turned venomous.

“Hello, butterfly,” she said, sneering my name. “It looks like you’re going to need the works today.” She eyed me up and down, making me feel about an inch tall. I had no idea what I’d done to her, but clearly I’d offended her somehow.

“Well, hello there, butterfly,” Trudy said, walking into the reception area. “It’s so nice to see you. Would you please follow me?”

Once again we began with the waxing. “Alright, your Sir said no hair from the waist down. Is that okay?”

“Um, yeah, it’s fine, but he’s my Master now.” I couldn’t help the smile on my face.

“I noticed that. Congratulations. I’m sure you’ve been serving him well.” She pulled back the paper that I’d been given to cover my body after undressing. “Oh, you
have
been serving him well!” Her eyes were staring right at my pussy when she made the last comment.

“Yes, I have been.” I had no idea what to say to that, and I knew I was bright red.

“Oh, don’t be embarrassed—that’s what good girls do. Okay, just like last time, tell me if it hurts.”

Ironically it really didn’t, though I had to admit I was focused on something else entirely. Right after she pulled the first strip of cloth from my body, she pressed her hand against the area to dull the pain. She had done this at my last appointment and her hands were cold. At the time, I’d believed it was because my skin was hot from the wax. Now I began to wonder if it wasn’t for a different reason. My mind raced with thoughts. Was she a Bocaj like my Master?

“All done,” she said after finishing my legs and armpits. “Let’s get you in to see Hilda.”

Once again, Hilda didn’t say a word during the massage, but her hands were wonderful. When I was done, she told me to get dressed, as I had a manicure and pedicure next.

While I was putting my clothes back on, I heard two voices arguing down the hall. I recognized them as Trudy and the receptionist, whose name I still couldn’t remember.

“I’m not doing it,” the receptionist said harshly.

“I have a waxing and you are totally capable of giving a pedicure.”

“That is beside the point. I’m
not
washing her feet.”

My eyes opened wide. Were they talking about me? Or was there another person here as well?

“And did you see her parading around here with that collar on?” the receptionist continued. “Oliver said that he’d
never
collar a submissive. Maybe he did it for the same reason anyone collars a bitch—so she won’t run off.”

They
were
talking about me! Had my Master really said that he would never collar a submissive? I felt a bit of pride that he’d chosen me, and I knew he hadn’t done it so I wouldn’t run off.

“That’s not why Doms collar submissives and you know it, Gretchen.”

That was her name—Gretchen—and I was thankful that Trudy was setting her straight. I was about to walk out of the room when Gretchen spoke again.

“Actually, I don’t know anything. I mean, it was only about two months ago that I was kneeling before him with his dick in my mouth, and he told me he just wasn’t the kind of Dom to collar a sub. What could have changed in that time frame?”

My heart sank. She’d knelt for my Master? She’d given him a blowjob?

“What he does really isn’t any of your concern anymore,” Trudy admonished.

“The hell it isn’t. When he gets bored with her, he’ll come back to me. I served him and he used me in every way possible for ten years. Do you think that just goes away? Hell no. When he gets bored with her—and he never keeps his human submissives for more than a year—he’ll be back.”

Tears were streaming down my face. Not only had the beautiful receptionist been with him
once
, she’d been his submissive for ten years, serving him in every way imaginable. She commented about me being human, which confirmed my earlier suspicion that they were both Bocaj.

“Gretchen, you need to let this go. If he collared her, Oliver must be happy.”

“Happy? That’s a joke. Do you know what he was doing when I saw him three weeks ago? He was jerking off. Clearly she isn’t pleasing him if he’s jerking off. And if he were really happy, he’d bring her by the club. It’s
his
club for fuck’s sake. No, she’s just a toy and he’s probably embarrassed to be seen with her. He’ll get bored and then come back to me—his
own
kind.”

Tears were streaming down my face but I couldn’t help it. I knew she could be making some of it up, but why would she? Why did he collar me and not someone else? And was there really a club he owned that he didn’t want to take me to? I remembered Sydney talking about one and saying I’d fit in, but Oliver saying that I was never going there. As much as I hated Gretchen at that moment, I was starting to wonder how much truth there was in her words. I couldn’t stay there anymore. I didn’t feel like having a manicure or pedicure; I just wanted to get out of that place and away from that woman.

After picking up my purse, I opened the door expecting to see Trudy and Gretchen standing right outside. Instead, I could see and hear them in the reception area all the way down the hall. I wished there was another way out but there wasn’t, and there was no way I was going to stay here even though Trudy was being nice; I was just too upset.

They were still talking as I hurried down the hall toward them. Trudy was telling Gretchen to act professionally, but I didn’t wait to hear Gretchen’s response.

“Oh, butterfly, we still have to do your manicure and pedicure.”

“I’m sorry. I need to go.”

I didn’t wait for a response or to set up a return time, as I had no intention of ever coming back.

I cried all the way home, and when I got to the building I pressed my floor out of habit. On the ride up, I considered using my key to get to the penthouse, but I just wasn’t ready to talk to Oliver. He’d clearly lied to me. As I lay in my bed crying, I realized I wasn’t upset he’d lied about being human, but lying about another submissive—that bothered me immensely.

I knew I should’ve just gone to talk to him about it, but when I started to get up, I could tell the effects of my Master’s come were wearing off. I lay back down and closed my eyes, needing to rest for just a moment. As my lids grew heavier, I allowed myself the much-needed sleep. I’d talk to my Master when I woke, and hopefully he’d be able to clear things up.