Midnight Series (camren version)

Chapter 37

Taylor

Lauren was in love—with a human. And I really couldn't give a fuck, other than knowing that maybe it would lighten her up a bit if she just got laid properly. Her last submissive, Lucy, clearly hadn't been doing something right. As a submissive, I could spot a fellow sub a mile away, and I wasn't saying Lucy wasn't a submissive, but there was something off about her. She said and did everything perfectly, but somehow, rather than it seeming like she was serving Lauren, it seemed like she was just going through the motions. Either way, I didn't like her. I probably wouldn't like this new sub, either.

Ally went on and on about Lauren and Camila like it was some sort of miracle, which, in a way it was. I mean, finding someone to fall for Lauren? Had to be something wrong with the girl. But hey, if everyone else was happy then I was happy.

I'd yet to meet her, and I really didn't care, but Ally said we had to go to Lauren's new playroom for something. Honestly, I liked fresh meat as much as the next girl, and I liked eating pussy as much as the next guy—hell, I could eat Ally all day—but I'd be lying if I said being with a human didn't scare me a little.

Anyway, it turned out I had nothing to worry about, because when I walked into the apartment I could tell she wasn't there. Her scent was old, though it was delicious, and for a moment I imagined myself between her thighs, licking her pussy while she squirmed and wriggled against my tongue. But like I said, her scent was old. What I did smell was Shane.

"Lauren?" I asked with a quirked eyebrow.

"Hey, he wouldn't fucking let up about her. Teased me non-stop, and today, the fucker was fantasizing about eating her out," she said in explanation.

I knew it was no big deal. I'd been teasing Lauren behind her back, too.

And hell, I'd just been fantasizing about licking her pet's pussy myself.

"He's in the playroom and all yours," Lauren said. "Hey, Ally, let's give them some privacy."

"Sure, but I've got to see this first," Ally said, laughing. I didn't know what she was talking about until she opened the playroom door. There, cuffed and gagged, in women's lingerie, was my husband.

He was fucked, and from the look on his face he knew it. He was trying to speak, but couldn't around the ball gag.

"Go ahead and top him," Ally encouraged.

I walked over to the wall with Lauren's crops on it and grabbed a short one. I began striking Shane repeatedly. He screamed out, but between the ball gag and the loud sound of the crop slapping him, I had no idea what he was saying—though I doubted he was begging for more.

"Fuck, this is fun," I laughed, "but I want to hear him scream. Take that gag out of his mouth."

Ally removed the gag and smiled at me. "Hey, I'm gonna leave you two alone to sort this out. He likes it rough." Shane's jaw dropped and Ally giggled from the door. "Be a good little boy."

She walked out of the room, and I turned to Shane. "So, you wanna tell me what this is really about?" He just stared at me. "Let me guess—Lauren told you that you could have a turn with her butterfly, and somehow got you into those ridiculous clothes and tied up like this?"

"Baby, it's not like that. Please don't be mad. I'll do anything to make it up to you."

Wow. What an offer. I couldn't help the smirk that appeared on my face. "Anything?"

I watched him gulp, clearly uncomfortable at the open-endedness of my questions. He eventually conceded, replying, "Yes, anything."

"Good, then you will call me Mommy." He chuckled. "Ok, Mommy."