Midnight Caller by NJ Cole
Release date: May 28, 2013
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Rebecca Summers enjoys pleasing herself with the curtains open. When a mysterious stranger calls to tell her that he is watching, fantasy becomes reality as she begins to perform for him. Following his instructions over the phone while he watches from afar, she finds herself craving more.
Oliver Durant has always been drawn to humans to exert the dominance and control his kind needs to feel alive. While secretly observing her and calling nightly, he can’t seem to get enough of Rebecca, whom he refers to as butterfly. His urges with her are stronger than the need to dominate, as he is driven to possess her in every way.
Both of their worlds are turned upside down when they finally meet and she agrees to enter into a Dominant/submissive relationship with her Midnight Caller.
He has just put small gold butterflies on her nipples and has cuffed her to a frame so that she is standing spread eagle.
“So beautiful,” I said, flicking at the tiny butterflies. I loved how she smiled at my praise, and knew it meant more to her than any physical gift would. I was listening to her racing heart so intently that I almost missed the sound of liquid hitting the wood of the frame my butterfly was standing on—almost.
A single drop had fallen from between her legs, but it was quickly followed by another. “So, we’re a bit wet, aren’t we, butterfly? Does being bound and on display excite you? Or is it the jewelry you are wearing on your nipples?” I leaned in to whisper in her ear. “Perhaps it’s knowing that I’m going to spank that ass of yours until it turns pink.”
She groaned as a few more drops fell from between her legs.
Needing to feel her heat, I slid two fingers inside of her, causing her to moan in pleasure. “Oh yes, so wet.” I kept my fingers inside, gently stroking while I leaned forward to lick her nipples. Startled, she jumped back.
“Do not pull away from me, little girl,” I said in a sharp tone; her movement was unacceptable. I licked her nipple again, then pulled it into my mouth, flicking at the butterfly with my tongue. She continued to drip around my fingers, showing me with her body how much she was enjoying this. I sucked slightly harder and used my thumb to rub her clit.
“Do you like that, butterfly?”
“Good. If you are a good girl, maybe I’ll do it again and allow you to come.”
She was wet. No, she was soaked. And the smell was heavenly. I wanted to keep sucking on her nipple and finger fucking her until she came, but she started grinding into me, and I wanted her to remember that I was the one who decided how, when and if she came. She was my toy in the playroom, and she needed to remember that.
“Tsk, tsk,” I clicked. “You go to work dressed like that, teasing all of your colleagues.”
Her slight smile told me that she knew I was teasing.
“Take off your jacket. You are going to perform for me right now.”
I saw her pulse race as she removed her jacket.
She looked so sexy in her work clothes. I’d sat next to her dressed in similar outfits all week, and my mind had played out a thousand different fantasies.
There she was, standing in front of me, looking like a professional woman, while all along, I knew she was my sexy little girl.
I’d been fantasizing for so long and I couldn’t take it anymore.
I had my pants unbuttoned and hanging loosely open before she’d even begun to move. I knew she was leaving for work. Hell, I had to be there too, but I needed to release the pressure that had been building for the last twelve hours, and I wanted her to be my inspiration.
She stood before me in a grey skirt, blue silk shirt and heels. Fucking high heels. I had no idea who invented them, or why women agreed to wear them, but fuck me, I loved them. All of my subs wore them for me. The higher the better.
“Unbutton your shirt.”
Her hands quickly moved to the buttons, and when it was open, she began to remove it.
“Stop. Don’t remove it, I just want it open. Now, pull those beautiful breasts of yours out of your bra. Don’t take it off. Just show me.”
The sight before me was amazing. The awkwardness of the bra pushed her tits up and together, the nipples partially showing over the cups. I’d ordered plenty of nipple play devices last night, but I hadn’t ordered any outfits that would do that. I’d have to contact Payton later.
I saw goose bumps cover her body and her tremble slightly. Her hand nervously grazed her nipple.
“Is this alright, Sir?” she asked, biting her lip and keeping her eyes trained to the floor. I knew when I’d chosen her that she would be a good submissive, but hell, this was more than I could have ever hoped for.
My hand flew to my cock and squeezed tightly. Oh no, I wasn’t going to blow my load before we even got started, but fuck, she was perfect.
The pain I’d inflicted on my cock was enough to hold off my orgasm. Slowly, I released some of the pressure and began to speak to her again.
“Yes, butterfly. That is good, very good.”
She sighed and smiled a little.
“So tell me, little one, is there anyone at work you are looking so beautiful for?”
“No, Sir,” she answered, and I could tell she was being truthful. She’d turned me down flat when I’d asked her out. In fact, she hadn’t even attempted to flirt with Shane or me all week.
“Good, because you are mine. Now get that hot little ass up on your dining room table.” Her kitchen was small, just a galley, but in an alcove sat a beautiful, cherry table. She started to slip her shoes off so she could do as I asked. “Oh no, keep your shoes on.”
She put her shoe back on and hopped up onto the table, sitting there with her legs crossed.
“Push your skirt up around your waist and show me your panties.”
She was wearing a dark blue thong, and it didn’t cover much. “Let me see that pussy,” I commanded, my voice gruff.
She started to pull off her panties.
“No, you will keep them on. Pull them aside.” When she did, I had to choke my cock again.
Her pink pussy was already slick and slightly puffy.
“Fuck yourself with your fingers, little girl.”
Her fingers dipped in and out and her breasts heaved, but at this angle, I couldn’t see much.
“Get on all fours, ass facing the window, and keep your shoes on.”
She awkwardly moved to the center of the table and rose to all fours. Her thong, now back in place, was a darker blue from her wetness.
I had her in the perfect position. If I were there, I’d be able to bring us both great pleasure. It could still happen, but she would have to follow orders perfectly. If anyone could do this, it would be my butterfly.
“Remove the candle from the candlestick,” I said in a calm voice.
She hesitated slightly and then took the long candle from the holder. It was a crystal candlestick, long, and cylinder shaped. It was smaller in diameter to some of her toys, but definitely longer. I’d have to make sure she didn’t hurt herself. Her hesitation told me I was pushing her limits.
“What’s the matter, butterfly? Do you think you are too good to use a candlestick to fuck that pussy? That slutty pussy?”
She shook her head.
“Good, then fuck your pussy with it, little one. Show me how much of a dirty girl you are.”
It was like I’d said all the magic words, because her hand flew between her legs and I stifled a groan when the long tapered glass object spread her pussy lips wide. As she moved the cold hard object in and out, she rocked back and forth. It was hot watching her tits sway, but I was afraid for her safety. After all, she was only being held up by one arm.
“Press your breasts to the table,” I ordered.
Instantly, she lowered her body to the table and gasped at the feel of the cool wood on her nipples. This new position made her more stable, and as an added bonus, her ass was higher in the air. She thrust the candlestick in and out, her pussy now dripping, coating her thighs.
“That’s it, babygirl,” I groaned as I moved my hand to her pace.
She whimpered, and I knew she was struggling to hold off her orgasm.
“Does your dirty little pussy like that candlestick?”
“Oh yes!” she wailed.
My cock jumped at her level of vocalness.
“Does that pussy want to come? Do you want to come for me?”
“Please. Oh god. Oh please, Sir.”
She was about to come, whether I let her or not. She’d done everything I’d asked, and with over one hundred years of experience as a Dom, even I was having a hard time holding back, so I decided to have mercy on her.
“Come for me.”
I hadn’t finished speaking before the liquid was spilling from her body. “Oh shit! Oh fuck! Oh Sir! Oh Sir!” she chanted as she rode out her orgasm.
Somewhere in the middle of her calling out, I allowed my own release, groaning as all the tension left my body in thick streams of liquid.
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