Midnight Series (camren version)

Chapter 3

Mistress

I watched as she gave her clit one last tug before resting her hand gently at her side. The sight made my cock twitch, despite the fact that I had come only moments before when my butterfly had reached her climax.

She lay there panting with the most beautiful smile on her face. I watched as she glanced at the phone. A smile matching hers spread across my face, knowing that she was thinking of me. I had made an impact last night.

Dialing the numbers again, I watched as she scrambled, then hesitated before answering the phone.

"That was beautiful, butterfly," I said in a soft whisper. "Wait, who is this?" she yelled into the phone.

I should have been upset with her words, her tone. It was not at all sub- like behavior, but something about it amused me and I couldn't help but chuckle. After all, it just meant that I would have more training to do with her. If punishable was what I wanted, she was a dream come true.

She hung up the phone and cautiously walked to the window. I could see her searching the windows in the building across the street. She wouldn't find me. I was there, but my lights were off just like hers. And unlike me, she couldn't see in the dark.

After a few more moments of scanning the area, she pulled the curtains closed.

I didn't like that she closed them. I would miss watching her fall asleep, which, although nothing when compared to the rapture of her orgasm, was beautiful in its own right.

Not wanting to miss anything more, I decided to get closer to her. It took me less than a minute to get from my apartment to the empty apartment I had recently acquired next door to hers. It had belonged to a single mother of a four- year-old. When I told her that the apartment had sentimental value to me and offered her ten thousand dollars and moving expenses for it, she was more than happy to relocate across town to rent a small house with a big yard. I knew the purchase was ostentatious, but I had an obscene amount of money, and spending it so that I could listen to my butterfly sleep was worth it.

The penthouse apartment that I had just secured yesterday was also going to be worth it. I planned to go check it out once I was sure butterfly was asleep. Listening closely, I heard her toss and turn in her bed until her breathing finally evened out. Her inability to fall asleep as quickly as she usually did made me smile, knowing I'd gotten to her.

When I was sure that she was asleep, I headed up to the penthouse. The elevator doors opened directly into the living room. Walking into the empty space, my footsteps echoed off the dark cherry floor and the floor to ceiling windows. I toured the empty house quickly, determining uses for each room. As I did so, I thought briefly about what it would be like to have a live-in submissive. The small room off the master suite would serve as a perfect room for a pet; she would be available any time I summoned her to serve me. I thought about the many uses for the playroom, which I would have built out of the guest room with en suite bathroom.

Though it was completely empty now, it wouldn't be for long. In fact, I had mentioned this place to Ally, a fellow Domme, as we had been friends for decades. Although she wasn't an interior designer, she knew my preferences and had impeccable taste. I knew if I went with her, I would have this place furnished within a week.

Ally was definitely an enigma. She was a tiny thing, with shoulder length auburn hair, weighing barely a hundred pounds, but was the toughest Domme that I knew. Her sub—her husband, Troy—whose tall, lanky frame towered over her by more than a foot, would instantly drop to his knees whenever she commanded.