Midnight Series (camren version)

Chapter 30

Mistress

I thought of how her butterfly nipple rings gently teased her breasts and of how sexy she looked when she rubbed them with her fingers. I groaned at the memory as I emptied my balls into the tissue in my left hand. It was the first time I'd ever jerked off in my office, but there wasn't time to get home before my dick exploded.

I had no idea how she got me so excited. It wasn't normal, and I couldn't explain it. Maybe it was something I could ask Mike about.

As if he knew I was thinking about him, he knocked softly on the door, calling out, "Lauren, may I come in?"

"Of course, Mike," I said, tucking my cock back into my pants and disposing of the tissue.

"I just wanted to see how it was going. I was hoping you'd take the afternoon off—go for a run with me. You need a break."

It had been a while since I'd used my muscles, and I did need a break. Maybe that was the reason I'd been so short today and lost my temper. "Yeah, that sounds good," I answered.

An hour later, I sat under a tree, my muscles alive from use. "So, tell me what's on your mind, Lauren," Mike prompted.

"I worry I'm not a good Dom anymore," I finally admitted after several minutes.

"Why do you feel that way?" Mike asked, sounding like the perfect shrink.

"I'm not in control with her the way I've always been with my subs." "What's different?"

"I really don't know. In the past it was more of a desire to be with them, to dominate and control them. They were my toys. With Camila it's different. It's more of a need than a want, and I don't need to dominate her and control her. Well, yes I do, but not like before. Now, I really just need to protect her and teach her."

Mike smiled.

"What? What aren't you telling me?"

"Lauren, this, like most lessons in life, we have to learn in our own way.

You will come to solve your problem."

"I hope so, because it only seems to be getting worse. Honestly, I don't know how I'm going to be able to give her up in a year. I can imagine going the rest of my life and still not getting my fill of her."

"Think about that, Lauren," Mike said softly. "But I will give you a bit of advice that might help you in the immediate future. First, keep using the machine and getting sunlight. The higher your UV intake, the less animalistic you will feel in terms of hunting. As for the other draw you feel toward her, keep doing what you were doing in your office this afternoon, but for goodness sake, Lauren, come on her, not into a tissue. That is, after all, what good submissives are for."

Mike was right; I needed to come on my butterfly. It didn't seem to matter how many times I came, I was always ready for more. I supposed it was a Nermac thing. In the past, an orgasm would give me relief for the day, maybe even up to a week. But lately, if I even thought of my butterfly—which was constantly—my balls would fill and then ache until I gave them release.

"I just can't seem to get rid of this intense need," I said out loud as Mike and I were heading back from the run. "It's like my drive to hunt. The only difference is, I can quell that."

"And her taste, that doesn't help?" Mike mused. "Hmmm, that surprises me."

"What do you mean, her taste? I haven't tried to ingest her!"