Midnight Series (camren version)

Chapter 9

Mistress

I kept to my ritual of watching her at night. Again, she slept in the puddle she had created. My butterfly was usually restless and all over the bed, but tonight it was evident I'd worn her out by the lack of movement I witnessed.

It had been a great night, too. Nermac have amazing memories, often remembering events in perfect detail for many centuries. Although this 'gift' sometimes seemed like a curse, tonight I was grateful for it as I replayed my favorite parts of the evening over and over in my mind.

I liked how she lowered her eyes when she admitted that it was the first time she squirted. And I loved that I was the only one to ever get her to do that.

I'd only begun to lose control once, but thinking of my butterfly hurt, or worse, kept me in check. It had been tough, fantasizing about all of the things that couldn't be, but I had to keep up appearances for her sake.

I couldn't help but think of what it would be like to be in her warm mouth. The only thing I wanted as much as the feel of her warm lips, was to be able to touch her right then. I was jealous of her hands as they roamed her body, which was why I had her come without touching herself. Watching her had me so turned on that I stroked my cock, wishing it was her hand as I pleasured myself. I groaned her name when I created a large mess to clean up on the window of my apartment.

As soon as she woke, I called her. Her feet had just hit the carpet when the phone rang.

"Hello," she said, her voice still thick with sleep.

"Oh, don't you sound sexy, butterfly. And you look even more spectacular."

I watched the blush creep up her chest and rest on her cheeks.

"What a beautiful pink blush. Pretty pink like that sweet pussy of yours.

Show your Mistress your pussy this morning."

Without hesitation, she lay back on the bed and spread her legs wide. I was thrilled at how comfortable she was with showing me her body, and also at the sight before me. It was spectacular. "Oh, it's still puffy and swollen." I was surprised that I had the urge to soothe it with my tongue, something I'd never done.

Not only was it puffy and swollen, but it was also glistening. "Is my little girl wet again at hearing her Mistress' voice, or is my little girl such a slut that she is just always wet?"

She closed her legs slightly in embarrassment at my comment. I was glad that she knew not to answer my question.

"Who told you to close your legs, little girl? Keep them spread wide, like you will when I fuck you. Or will I need to tie your legs down so that you keep them apart, giving me full access to that dripping wet pussy?"

She lay there trembling. The moisture from her pussy had gathered and was flowing from her body again.

"Today is all about learning what I like. Every morning, you will present yourself like this for your Mistress. Do you understand, butterfly? Speak."

"Yes, Mistress," she said as more liquid gushed from her body.

I hadn't planned on either of us coming this morning, but she was clearly hot and ready, and so was I.

When I told her that she would present herself like this for me each morning, she hadn't hesitated. I imagined her waking each day and showing herself to me. The image was even better when I imagined her doing it for me in person. I felt my cock press against my pants at the thought.