Midnight Series (camren version)

Chapter 13

Mistress

Being in the same room with Camila was amazing but it had its drawbacks. I loved being able to see her up close, to feel the heat of her body and smell her skin. The problem was that I could see her up close, feel the heat of her body and smell her skin, and it did things to my body that I hadn't expected. I was constantly aroused.

Working with Camila was enlightening too. She was even smarter than I thought, but she wasn't arrogant about it. Her submissive nature came out occasionally, but she also held her own when she believed in something.

The first time I met her, I was afraid she had recognized my voice. Her entire demeanor changed, but she apparently dismissed the thought and things between us were great.

Shane enjoyed teasing me about my situation. He would make crude comments in a volume that only Nermac could hear, and even asked her out at one point. I wasn't sure how she would respond. After all, I knew that Shane was attractive. We all were—it was one of our weapons. I had never told butterfly that she couldn't date, but I was relieved when she'd turned him down flat.

I didn't want her dating anyone. Up until now, I'd never cared if my submissives dated as long as they were available for our sessions, but butterfly was different. I wasn't sure why, but the thought of her spending time with another man, especially sexually, made me want to tear every male or female on the planet limb from limb.

I had no way of knowing how she felt about dating other men. Even with the extra time spent together and the close proximity, I was slightly unsure. I wasn't a mind reader by any means, but decades of reading people's facial expressions and my training as a Dom, usually gave me the ability to know what most people were thinking.

Camila was different. She kept her feelings and facial expressions guarded and never spoke about her personal life, leaving me, for the most part, in the dark.

Trying to find out how she felt about the Lauren side of me, I asked her out, and as ridiculous as it sounded, I was relieved that she turned me down. I could tell by the dilation of her pupils and her increased heart rate that she was attracted to me, so the only reason I could imagine she didn't want to date me was because of Mistress. The idea thrilled me, and I wanted to take the next step as soon as possible.

Later that night, I waited until she had fallen asleep before meeting Ally in the penthouse of Camila's building. She'd made a lot of progress since I'd seen it last. The entire house was elegantly furnished, but it was what was behind the red door that interested me the most.

She'd already made some major purchases for the room. The suspension system was in place, as well as some of the larger pieces of furniture. There was a large four-poster bed, several couches and chairs—all equipped with restraints—a whipping bench, and a few other benches to be used for punishments or rewards. One table even had a built in dildo that I couldn't wait to train my butterfly on.

"You did a great job. Thank you."

"It's an amazing building," Ally responded. "Yes, it is."

When I'd first seen Camila's building and her apartment, I wondered how she could afford it on her salary. While investigating her, I discovered that her parents had been killed in a car accident. Apparently the driver of the other vehicle, a tractor trailer, had been driving for over twenty hours. The settlement from the company he worked for awarded her seventeen million dollars. I never understood how people came up with a value for a human life, but they had, and though Camila used some of the money for her apartment and car, she didn't live a lavish lifestyle. It was just another thing I admired about her.