Midnight Series (camren version)

Chapter 35

Mistress

It was a new day, and I meant that in the literal and figurative sense. I felt like the last nearly two hundred years had been one long day, each turn of the calendar blurring into the next. And then, yesterday, I finally found a new beginning.

This morning when the sun rose, I felt refreshed. I was satiated, yet I wanted more. And I'd have more, but I wanted to make my butterfly wait for it. That, and I wanted to make Shane squirm. Before Mike had left last night, he told me of a shopping trip that Ally and Taylor were taking. They were catching the red-eye. I knew they would be gone all day, and after what I'd learned from Mike about Shane, I knew that he wouldn't be able to have his usual breakfast. Using that knowledge, I teased him all morning.

I'd found a vacant office on the seventh floor and left a silk scarf there. When we took a lunch break, I had my butterfly go up and offer herself to me. I waited until she walked into the hall and texted her to meet me in the office. Running up the stairs, I was already in the closet when she entered. I was looking through the small crack that afforded me a partial view, yet a good enough one to see the look on her face when she saw the blindfold. Texting her again, I instructed her to put it on and take everything else off.

I loved how her fingers trembled as she unbuttoned her blouse. I noticed her glance around to make sure no one could see. I'd been sure to draw the curtains closed, yet I knew that the fact that she would be nude in her workplace would both scare and thrill her. My little girl was an exhibitionist at heart, and the chance of being discovered would have her soaked in no time.

Her blouse came off, then her bra. She lowered the zipper on her skirt and slid it down over her hips, giving me an amazing view of her ass. What I saw next though, made it feel like time was moving in slow motion. Her skirt slipped down over her thighs, showing me not pantyhose, but thigh high stockings. As her hands began to remove them, I moved faster and sent a text.

Fuck. Keep the stockings on.

I hadn't meant to use profanity, but damn if she didn't look hot, and damn if I wasn't going to wrap those stocking clad legs around my head and eat her until she damn near passed out.

She responded well, and soon enough her juices filled my mouth. I drank them down like a man dying of thirst, then licked her clean. She was delicious. I could have done this all day, yet I couldn't. Lunch was nearly over and my butterfly hadn't eaten anything yet.

I gave one last lick, feeling satiated, but before I let her go, I slid two fingers into her throbbing pussy. She gasped from the shock, and likely from the cool temperature of my digits. I pumped them twice and then pulled them out, covered in her juices.

My fingers circled her breasts, leaving faint amounts of her scent there, then traveled up to her neck and stopped at the pulse points behind her ears, finally resting in her dark brown locks. To her, it would seem like a gentle caress; to Shane, it would be fucking torture.

Childish? Yes. But so was the shit he'd put me through for the past two weeks. And this was just the beginning. I had plans for Shane Preston!

"Now, enjoy the rest of your day," I whispered to my butterfly, who nodded. "Don't wipe any of it off."

She didn't either. I was sure of it the moment she walked back into the conference room and Shane's nostrils flared.

She looked around the room; I assumed checking to see if anyone knew what she'd done. I liked to see her a bit frazzled. Being nervous was one thing, but being too afraid to perform again was another, so I tried to calm her.

"Did you have a nice lunch?" I asked, trying to sound professional and different from the tone I used when I spoke to her as Mistress. I still wasn't sure how she didn't recognize my voice, but attributed it to the fact that she in no way thought I'd be capable anything like her Mistress said or did.

"Yes, I did," she answered, her cheeks flushing pink. "You?" "Oh yes, the most delicious meal ever."

Shane groaned, and I could smell the toxin in his mouth. "That's cruel, Man," he said in a volume he knew only I could hear. "Just a few licks. That's all I ask."

I turned to him and whispered back just as quietly, "Later." The look of shock on his face was priceless.