Midnight Series (camren version)

Chapter 24

Mistress

I'd fucked her. Hard. I hadn't been gentle with my words, and I sure hadn't been gentle with my hands. She'd shown a lot of promise earlier, and I wanted to know how much my little girl could take. I needed to see if she had the endurance to submit to me. I also wanted to show her ultimate pleasure so that she'd be hooked—willing to do anything to feel good, obey my every command.

I'd planned on making her come a few times, but she ended up having eleven orgasms in the playroom. Each time I asked her what flower she was on she had said lily. I truly believed she would pass out before she would say rose or mum, and that realization thrilled me more than anything. I had hoped that she'd like to submit to me, but I had never dreamed the first time would go that well.

My little butterfly loved my touch. I knew that she loved it when she squeezed and pinched her nipples during sex, but hearing a low groan from her and watching her throw her head back in pleasure let me know that she liked it when I did it, too. I could pinch and twist her nipples for hours, listening to her moan. Mentally, I made a note to myself that if this went well, I needed to plan an entire session just for nipple training.

Her orgasms were just as spectacular in person. The first time she came, she came hard, the fluid squirting from her body. I'd seen her squirt a few of the times that I'd had her perform for me. This time I didn't see it but rather felt it. Most of it had landed on the table, but a few drops had landed on my chest. The idea of having her come on me—because of my fingers, my commands—made me feel powerful, and I was filled with the need to fuck her. So I did, the only way I could. I knew that I would never be able to take her in the way my body yearned to, but I wanted to know what she could handle. It fueled my fantasies to watch her get fucked at the speed I longed to.

When I finally stopped, her entire body was covered in sweat, her hair soaked, and she had this glow about her that made her look even more beautiful than before, if that was possible.

"That was beautiful, butterfly."

I carried her from the bench to the couch. Seeing her muscles shake, I knew that there was no way she would be able to walk.

"What flower are you on, butterfly?"

"Lily, Mistress," she replied in a tone of complete contentment.

Massaging a human was not as easy as you would think. Touching one was easier; you simply pressed as lightly as you could so you didn't break them. When it came to massages, they wanted to feel your touch. You needed to make the muscles relax, and that was just what I did. I continued massaging her arms and legs until her limbs stopped trembling and felt loose. I knew that she'd be sore and tired in the morning, but she was well enough to clean the playroom and get herself back to her apartment.

"Good girl," I said, finishing up her massage. "Now, I am going to leave. Take as long as you want to lie here, then you may use the bathroom and the shower to wash up. Of course you will clean the playroom too, since you have made quite a mess in here." I chuckled at the pink that tinged her cheeks.

I walked out of the playroom, the erection prominent in my pants, and I hurried to the viewing room, happy to see that she hadn't moved. I wanted to see the expression on her face when she saw the puddle she had created by giving herself to me.

A few moments later, she sat up and removed her blindfold, blinking into the dimly lit room. She glanced around and then her eyes trained in on the table. The leather was covered with fluid, and there were several places where it had dripped to the floor. My girl was a squirter, and I couldn't be happier. The fact that she seemed embarrassed by that was the cherry on top!