Midnight Series (camren version)

Chapter 48

Mistress

When I'd rubbed my cock between her folds, it felt so good that I came almost instantly. I left the room first, with the vision of my come covering her pussy fresh in my mind. Waiting off to the side where she wouldn't see me, I watched as she left the office and hurried to the elevator. Her clothes were rumpled and her hair wild, which made me smile to myself. I stayed where I was for another few minutes before making my way to the stairs.

As I walked out of the stairwell toward the conference room, I was greeted with a smiling Taylor. The sight was definitely out of place.

"What are you doing here?" I asked somewhat rudely.

"Well, I came to spend lunch with my husband. With as much as you've been teasing him with your submissive, he can barely make it through the day. Honestly, I don't blame him. I just saw her again, and she smells even better than I'd remembered, though I'm not sure exactly what you see in her physically."

"What the fuck? You saw her? Smelled her?"

"Yes, in the ladies room. I told her that she smelled lovely." "You will never speak to her again, do you understand me?"

Fire flashed in Taylor's eyes. I was about to grab her and shake her, but noticed that Camila was coming down the hall. I patted Taylor's shoulder instead, and when she turned around, she had a huge smile on her face.

"Nice seeing you again. You must be Camila. Lauren has told me about you."

The look of shock on Camila's face was indescribable. "You, um, you know Lauren?"

"Yes, she and I go way back. It feels like I've known her hundreds of years."

She looked from Taylor to me and back again.

I could have introduced her as my sister, but I really didn't want this conversation to go on any longer than it needed to, so I kept it simple. "Camz, this is Taylor Preston. She is one of the executives and was just asking for an update on the project. I told her that your work was exemplary."

Camila looked abashed at my compliment, and I loved how modest she was. "Now, Ms. Preston, if you don't mind, we need to get back to work." "Oh, I don't mind at all," she said coyly. "Lead the way."

Mother fucker! Did she really think she was going to sit in the room with us? I'd have to tell Shane to keep his bitch on a tighter leash.

Shane had been as surprised to see Taylor as I was. As annoyed as I felt, it was nice to have Shane's mate in the room, because with her there, I felt no threat from him.

What wasn't nice was Candy. Since we hadn't introduced Taylor as Shane's wife, she somehow felt the need to piss all over him, as if she would have been any sort of competition for Taylor. Even though she was my sister, I wasn't blind. Taylor was beautiful and had an amazing body, along with a superior intellect. She actually managed the family's money, gaining more through investments than we could ever dream of spending.

Candy, however, wouldn't let up. "I guess all those late nights working together paid off." It had been her second reference to her special relationship with either Shane or myself—possibly both—and Taylor had had enough.

"Wow, these guys must be machines then—having the energy to stay late with you and still go out with me to the club last week!"

I loved the look on her face when she realized what Taylor was saying, but she recovered quickly. "Oh I like to go clubbing, too. Maybe I can join you next time—see what kind of endurance these two have."

"Oh, I don't think so. It's pretty exclusive. They don't let just anyone in.

You have to be really hot."

The look on Candy's face was priceless as she realized the insult. "Though, you look like you'd fit in," she said, turning to Camila. As much as it pissed me off that she was fucking with my girl, I liked the compliment. "Who, her?" Candy rolled her eyes. "Mila's idea of a good time is going to the library. I'm definitely the fun one because I know how to party. I could really use another great place to hook up with guys, too. I'm pretty fabulous in that department, if I do say so myself." She was batting her eyelashes at Shane, and had Camila not spoken, I was pretty sure we would have been removing Taylor's fist from Candy's skull.

But Camila did say something. Though it was just a mutter under her breath, yet was loud enough for any Nermac to hear. "I have better phone sex than she's ever had in real life."

It caused both Taylor and Shane to burst into laughter. I couldn't help the smile that crossed my face, either.

Although they didn't become fast friends, Taylor and Camila seemed to bond over Candy's lack of tact the rest of the afternoon.

As we left for the day, Taylor whispered to me, "I guess I could put up with her."

It was great to hear at the end of the afternoon that she liked Camila. Sure, she'd said she could 'put up with her', but coming from Taylor, that was a compliment. I doubted she would say much better about Ally, and the two of them had lived together for decades.

I rushed home from work, only to watch Camila move around her apartment. She knew to be in the playroom at seven, but that gave us nearly ninety minutes. It would be nice if I were able to just talk to her right now, or have her serve me—whichever mood hit me first. I felt the urge to claim her again, an urge that was building more and more each day.

By the time it was seven, I'd set out the flogger and crop on the table in the playroom, along with a set of nipple clamps. I knew I would have to control myself. If she were Nermac, I would be flogging her ass and then grabbing her hair tightly, fucking her face hard while I used that crop on her pussy.

I didn't miss Lucy at all, though it was times like this that I missed having a virtually indestructible submissive. I could watch her slip into subspace and then use her body as I chose: fucking, slapping, pinching, punishing without constant worry of any consequences. Sure, Lucy felt pain, but she would heal. One slip up with Camila and I could kill her, so I was constantly on alert. Maybe altering her wouldn't be so bad after all. Mike said it was going to happen; perhaps it was time to stop resisting change.