Midnight Series (camren version)

Chapter 5

Mistress

"So that's her, huh?" Shane said, staring into the monitor featuring Candice Simpson and Camila.

"Yup," I answered. I watched Candice talking animatedly and Camila smile and nod politely, though it was clear that she wasn't interested.

"Yeah, I get the brunette, but why the hell are we working with that other chick? Her name is Candy, right? You know she's a slut. I mean, she's come onto me so strong that if Taylor would have seen, she'd be dead."

"I know. She is a slut, and all she talks about is sex, which is why I chose her. She will definitely liven up the conversation and make my butterfly squirm."

"You are one sick fucker," Shane laughed. "You have this all planned out, don't you? The next thing you'll be doing is renting an apartment near hers so that you can jerk off to her at night."

I glared at him. "I already had an apartment across the street. That's how I first noticed her."

"Holy fuck! You didn't! That is so messed up and just a bit creepy." "Hey," I said, changing the subject, "Ally suggested that I might be a better Dom if I submitted to her. That's some fucked up shit, huh?" "Touché sis, touché."

Observing her all evening had been almost as much torture for me as it had been for her. I stared as she popped each bite of chicken into her mouth. I was envious of the chicken itself and the way her tongue moved around it. Watching said tongue poke out to lick her full lips had me longing to have her mouth on me.

She went to bed a bit early, no doubt in the hopes that I would call. I watched her wait on her bed, looking at the phone and squirming. I couldn't see her pussy from the position she was in, but her nipples were rock hard. I waited a few more minutes, then dialed.

She picked the phone up quickly.

"You look beautiful, butterfly." The moment I spoke, goose bumps appeared all over her body.

She opened her mouth to respond, but caught herself, biting her lip instead. I loved how quickly she was learning.

"If you listen to me and follow my instructions, you will be rewarded with the most amazing orgasm of your life."

She nodded.

"Put the phone on speaker." She quickly pressed the button.

"Now put it on your nightstand and get into bed. Sit on your knees."

She followed my every instruction and knelt in the waiting position. Her knees were a bit close together, but without any training, she was doing very well. The way she knelt there, expectantly, obediently, caused my cock to spring to life.

Knowing that she would do as she was told, I began giving her instructions.

"Touch that dripping pussy but do not put your fingers inside."

I watched as she ran her hand up her thigh. Her fingers were covered in wetness. I couldn't remember her ever being this wet—not even after an orgasm. Clearly she wanted to serve me.

"Now rub that swollen clit of yours, butterfly."

Her fingers found the throbbing nub. She rubbed it quickly, and I hoped that it wouldn't be enough for her to achieve orgasm. I had other plans. As she continued to rub her clit, her other hand moved up to touch her breasts. Oh, no she fucking didn't! She wasn't to touch any part of her body without permission. A growl at her disobedience rolled through me.