Midnight Series (camren version)

Chapter 51

butterfly

What do you want?

That was the question in the journal. I'd really fucked up tonight, yet she was kind and forgiving in her punishments. She said she'd forgiven me, and I believed she had, but the hardest part was yet to come. I'd promised to write the truth in my journal. I had never lied in there, but I had held back the truth.

I stared at the page with only the four words on it, reading her question again. What do you want?

There were lots of things that I wanted, though I didn't want the same things as most people my age. I didn't want money—the death of my parents had brought me more than I could ever need, though I'd much rather be poor and have them back. I wanted to be successful at my job, but only if I earned it. I wanted a family. I wanted parents, brothers and sisters. Those were simply things that I didn't think I would ever have. I also wanted to be married and have children—something else I never thought I'd have until I met my Mistress. I'd never met a person that made me feel the way she did. I wasn't sure my Mistress would even want to hear about that, but I'd promised to tell the whole truth. I searched my heart for what it was that I really wanted.

I wanted her.

I wanted my Mistress—all of her—no matter the consequences. I'd be willing to give up all of the other things I wanted just to be with her. That was the truth.

I wrote my entry and left the playroom quickly, afraid I would change my mind. What if she read it and denied my request? That, I knew I could deal with. What I was really afraid of was her ending it with me because she didn't want the same thing, or that she would think I was too needy.

I paced my apartment, waiting for her to call. What if she never called again? Would I go to the playroom anyway to try to find her? Although she'd been in my life such a short time, I couldn't imagine it without her—the pull I felt toward her was indescribable. I'd never been this attracted to anyone in my life. The closest I'd ever come was Lauren from work, and I was sure that that was because, on some level, she reminded me of my Mistress.

She did call, but she didn't specifically address my entry. She did, however, ask me to perform for her and told me that she would use my body tomorrow while bringing me great pleasure—a reward she claimed I'd earned. I was too tired to worry anymore. I'd just take tomorrow as it came.

At work the next day, I watched the second hand of the clock tick slowly, counting the minutes until lunch. I'd received another bouquet of flowers from my Mistress first thing in the morning—the scent always taking me back to the afternoon I'd gone to retrieve them. Much of that day was a blank, but I remembered the feelings...and they were amazing.

When it was finally lunchtime, I excused myself and headed to the seventh floor as my Mistress had instructed me to do during her phone call last night. I sat on the edge of the desk, running my hands up the smooth material of my thigh highs. Nervously, I toyed with the elastic as I waited for her. I'd removed my shirt and bra, my nipples hard from the excitement of knowing she was likely watching, and definitely coming to join me soon.

I couldn't see a thing—I'd already put my blindfold on—but that only heightened my other senses.

When I heard the door click and my Mistress enter the room, my heart raced. "So beautiful, butterfly," her voice soothed.

"We will not speak today. I will simply take what I desire from you." I swallowed thickly and nodded.

He didn't speak again. The only thing I heard was a click and a buzzing sound, then I felt what I recognized as a small silver bullet being rubbed over my clit and around my entrance. She teased me a few more times before finally sliding it inside of me, leaving it there to slowly pulse.

I sensed her moving up my body and was pleased when her lips met mine. We kissed slowly, passionately, until the feeling building inside of me from the tiny silver egg was more than I could take. She had asked me not to speak, and I didn't want to disobey her command, but a whimper escaped my lips.

"What's the matter, butterfly?" she teased. "Something you want to say?"

I whimpered again, not knowing if I should shake my head yes or no. "Let's see if that little pussy of yours is we... Holy fuck!" She growled as her finger pressed against my clit. "Sweet babygirl, your clit is throbbing and your pussy is drenched."

I felt her leave my side, only to return a moment later between my thighs. I held my breath when the sensation of her cool tongue on my clit made it throb even more.

"Come for me," she whispered.

Her words were like music to my ears, and I allowed the release my body craved. It was more than the need to come, though. For some reason, I felt as if I was literally coming for her—like she needed it. As the warm fluid gushed from my body into her mouth, I sighed with contentment.

"Again," she whispered, turning the egg up one click.