Midnight Series (camren version)

Chapter 22

Mistress

I called when she woke up, but kept it brief. I had things to do to make sure that tonight would go as planned. Ally said that the boxes with the toys had been delivered to the playroom, so I had to go over there and unpack them. She could have done it for me, but I needed to know where everything was.

I did take time out to watch Camila jog, though I kept far enough away from her that she never saw me. I made it back to my apartment in plenty of time to watch her do some chores and read.

During this time, I took care of myself as well. I knew that no matter what I did, I would have an erection while in the playroom, but I needed to be as in control as possible. I used the light machine again for an hour even though I'd just gone yesterday, and I masturbated twice. Ironically, watching my butterfly in her apartment as she was cleaning and reading was sexy.

Fantasizing about what could never be, I imagined coming into the apartment to find her cleaning, then walking up behind her, bending her over, and using her body for my pleasure. And if she was reading, I would have loved to take the book from her and read aloud while she sucked one orgasm after another from my cock. Oh the choices were endless, and yet all impossible, but I wouldn't let it get me down today.

Today, I would have my first scene with my butterfly. Today, I would push her to see how far we could take things. Today, she would give her body to me.

When she went to the playroom, I waited in the apartment in the shadows. I watched her disrobe outside of the red door and enter in just her underwear. It was hard not to give into temptation and follow her in, but I compromised, and once she was in with the door closed, I allowed myself to explore her clothes.

When I picked them up they were still warm, and I let out an audible groan. While I wanted to stay there and touch and smell her clothes, I also wanted to see what was going on in the playroom. Using the camera system I'd had installed, I stood in the control room, watching her explore the different pieces of furniture, as well as the toys and items used for punishment and pleasure.

I continued to observe as she wrote in her journal, and then watched in amazement as she stood and looked back at the spot she'd been sitting in. It appeared that she had created a small puddle, but she was clever and cleaned it using her own shirt. I was pleased that she had remembered to keep the playroom pristine, although I would have to teach her how to clean it properly.

Once she left, I entered the playroom quickly. Her arousal mixed with the smell of leather gave me an instant erection. I looked at the spot where she had been and groaned loudly. It was less than a second before I had my cock in my hand. "Oh, butterfly," I moaned, stroking faster and gripping my cock tight, trying to hold off as long as I could before utter bliss took me.

I didn't last long, and with a guttural roar, thick streams of come shot from my cock onto the spot on the couch my butterfly had gotten wet earlier. I loved the idea of our juices mixing together. I allowed my imagination to take flight as I pictured my butterfly kneeling for me near the door.

"Come here, butterfly," I would say. She, of course, would crawl to me. "Do you see the mess you caused me to make with your intoxicating scent?" Her eyes would widen at the streaks of white on the leather of the seat. "Clean it," I'd order, and when she looked up at me with a furrowed brow, I'd add, "with your tongue."

Her little pink tongue would dart out and flick at it, licking in long strokes. I'd watch as she would lap up the puddle, making it disappear into her sweet mouth.

My own groan brought me out of my fantasy, and I quickly wiped away the evidence of my release. Tonight, we would be in this room together, and I would begin making some of my fantasies a reality.