Midnight Series (camren version)

Chapter 34

butterfly

When the sun shone through the window, I rolled over lazily. I vaguely remember my Mistress carrying me to bed. I had been exhausted physically and mentally, never having been eaten like that in my life. Then again, nothing she did was like what I'd ever experienced before.

I got out of bed to shower and wake up, trying to remember more of how I'd gotten here. Had she let me see her face? I didn't think so, yet my blindfold had been off when I'd woken. I remembered being in the playroom and trying to stand after she'd untied me. I let myself relive the memory.

Her arms wrapped around me and she lifted me tight up against her chest. I loved her smell. I closed my eyes to enjoy her scent and the next thing I remembered, I was being placed in my bed.

"Thank you for tonight, my butterfly." "Anything for you, Mistress. I love serving you." I smiled at the memory.

Then panic hit me. Had I said I loved serving her or had I said I loved her? I worried about it until I got to work. It was hard to be worried there.

Lauren was in a very different mood today. She was in such high spirits, and teased Shane even more than Shane usually teased her.

With the mood and atmosphere light, we got so much work done. I knew I should have been excited for the project to be completed, but I was dreading going back to work at my desk every day. It was so nice working in the conference room with people rather than sitting alone in my cubicle. Maybe they would choose me to work on future projects. I'd even be willing to work with Candy again if it meant that I'd get to do what I loved and spend time with such fun artists.

We were almost finished drawing out a new move Shane had suggested for one of the female wrestling characters.

"Damn it!" Lauren said, crumpling up a piece of paper and throwing it into the trash. "I can't seem to get the muscles right for this take down."

"Let me see?" Candy said, sliding over to her.

She began to sketch again, then shook her head. "Know what would help? Can you try acting this out for me, Camz? Shane, I'm going to need your help, too." Shane looked up, his eyes wide. "I just need to know how her arms would look. Do you mind standing against the wall?"

Shane hesitantly went to stand with his back pressed to the wall.

"Awesome. Now, Camz, I need you to go pin him to the wall. Just hold his shoulders there."

I stood there, pinning Shane to the wall. We were standing very close, and he seemed to be really uncomfortable.

"We can't see your arms. Can you take off your jacket?"

I felt like my body was in pretty good shape, though I didn't have the type of muscles the female wrestler Lauren was drawing did. Apparently it was enough, however, because a few minutes later, Candy said that the sketch looked amazing.

"You two were great. We only have one to go. Shane, I just need you up on the table on your back and Camz, I need you to straddle him."

I wondered how I was going to do that in my skirt when Shane looked up at the clock. "Oh wow! It's time for lunch."

Lauren, who usually preferred to work through lunch, smiled. "Yes, let's take lunch. We can finish this later." She stacked up her sketches. "Hey, I'm gonna get something to eat. Maybe you can run home for lunch," she smiled, talking to Shane. "Oh, that's right. Taylor went shopping with Ally early this morning. You probably haven't eaten all day. I'd share my lunch, but you know, I don't share." Lauren was smirking, and Shane was sulking. It was clearly an inside joke, but funny at the same time.

We left the conference room and I headed toward the lobby. I'd grab a sandwich from the shop across the street. Usually I packed my lunch, but I'd been distracted this morning by a text from my Mistress.

Good morning, butterfly. Enjoy your day.

Before I even hit the elevator, my phone vibrated with another text.

7th floor, office 727.

My heart started to race, my legs tremble. Was she here? My Mistress at my work? Any questions I'd had were all eliminated when I opened the door to room 727. The office appeared to be vacant, but there, on the empty desk, was a silk scarf.

I jumped when my phone buzzed again.

Scarf on. Everything else off.

My hands were shaking as I undid my blouse and bra. When I slid my skirt off, my phone vibrated from the corner of the desk.

Fuck. Keep the stockings on.

I stood there in just my stockings, with my blindfold on, trying not to shake. If someone came in, I had no idea what I'd say to explain myself.

I heard the door open, and I held my breath.

"Don't be afraid, butterfly." Instantly I calmed, hearing her voice. "I would never put you in danger."

The sound of the lock clicking calmed me even further.

"Now don't you look pretty in those stockings? And your pussy, so wet and glistening."

She grabbed my left knee and lifted my leg high. I could feel the cold air rush against my now exposed pussy. She gave it three quick, yet hard slaps. When I began to groan, her hand slid over my mouth. I inhaled quickly through my nose, not liking my mouth covered.

"Shhh, calm down, baby. I'm going to move my hand, but you have to be quiet."

I nodded rapidly.

"Good girl," she said, lowering her hand. "You see, there are people in the offices on either side of us, and they know this office is empty. If you make a sound, they will know someone is here and call security. Security has a key. Now what do you think the guard would think if she walked in here and found you standing like this, with me pleasuring myself with your body?"

I started to tremble again. I even considered calling mum, just ripping off the blindfold and running.

"Now don't be afraid, butterfly. It's alright."

And somehow I knew with her words it would be. And it was.

She slapped my pussy a few more times, but I held my breath, only making the tiniest sound.

She lifted me and placed me on the big wooden desk. Raising my hips high in the air, she hooked my legs over her shoulders, causing me to be nearly upside down.

Her hands were cool, and her tongue felt even colder. She must have had some ice in her mouth, because when her tongue licked between my folds, I shivered. It didn't take long to warm up though, and when it was darting in and out of my pussy, the intense heat I began to feel made me crave the coolness of her tongue again.

"Come," she commanded after she'd licked and sucked me into a frenzy.

I gripped the sides of the desk as I came into her mouth. I wanted to scream, but I had no idea who was in the neighboring offices, so I held my breath. My body quivered as she continued to lick me long after I'd come down from my high. I didn't move a muscle, of course, giving myself to her to use as she pleased.