Midnight Series (camren version)

Chapter 46

Mistress

It all happened so fast. I wondered if she had any clue how fast it had happened. Her back arched, and she broke the leather strap on her abdomen, letting out this primal scream I was sure even the soundproofing couldn't completely hide. Her come left her body with such force that there was no way I could get it all, and then she just collapsed. Her body spent, she went limp. I ripped her blindfold off, and the prophecy Mike had flashed before my eyes. Was this how it happened?

FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!

I could hear her heartbeat, and it was strong—slow, but strong. Her breathing was even, yet her body was lifeless.

FUCK!

I ran for my phone and called Mike, brokenly whispering, "help." "We are on our way!" he replied, needing no further explanation.

What the fuck had I done? How could I have been so selfish? What if my need to claim her as mine had harmed her? I was a murderer. No, I was worse than a murderer. People were afraid of murderers, yet she trusted me. She trusted me and I did this to her. Whatever it was that had happened to her, it was my fault.

As I waited, I covered her with a blanket, hoping to keep her warm and comfortable, but also preserve her modesty for when Mike arrived.

I counted her heartbeats as the seconds ticked by slowly, and realized that if for some reason her heart were to stop beating, I didn't want to exist either. I'd heard of Nermac ending their existence when they lost a mate, and I never quite understood it...until now. Now I understood it all too well. If she didn't exist, I didn't plan to either.

Mike, along with everyone else, arrived in under five minutes. Two hundred and fifty-seven seconds to be exact. It was the longest two hundred and fifty-seven seconds of my life.

I heard them at the door, and the fact that they were all there, snapped me out of my melodrama.

"Tell me exactly what happened, step by step," Mike said, entering the playroom and walking over to Camila's catatonic body.

The guilt all came rushing back. "Well, I had her go out today wearing a revealing outfit, and then she came back here for our scene."

"Did anything happen to her while she was out?"

I thought back to that guy, Cal, and his dog, Bandit. I'd wanted to kill him—the fucker—for asking her out the way he did, or how his eyes nearly popped out of his head when he finally saw her. Then again, what did I expect? I'd sent her out looking like and smelling of sex. The florist was a Dom I knew from the club. I'd asked him to help me out with a bit of training, and he readily agreed. I knew that as much as he would make butterfly squirm, he would never step out of line with another Dom's submissive.

That guy on the street, however, I didn't know at all, and I didn't like how he was looking at my butterfly. I was halfway over to them—consequences be damned if he even attempted to touch her—but she had turned him down flat, saying she was in a relationship. I'd never been happier.

I couldn't see how any of that would have affected her in this way, so I kept my explanation brief. "I kept my eye on her the whole time, and other than a dog sniffing her and some creep asking her out, nothing happened."

Mike nodded his head. "Alright, then what happened here? Did a punishment get out of hand?"

"No, that's the thing. It was going great. She had, um..." I looked at the expectant face of my mother standing next to Mike. "She uh...oral."