Midnight Series (camren version)

Chapter 52

Mistress

Her body lay before me like an offering—her skirt riding up just enough to show a thin strip of creamy thigh between it and the lacey top of her thigh highs. Her dusty pink nipples were hard, making me lick my lips in anticipation.

She looked almost too perfect to touch. Almost.

I needed this and so did she. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the tiny silver orb, clicking it on. Her sharp intake of breath let me know that she knew exactly what it was. I gently rubbed it on her clit and circled her entrance a few times before sliding it in.

She moaned, and I caught her exhale in my mouth. My lips gently brushed against hers, capturing them in a kiss. We kissed far longer than I had planned, and only when I heard her whimper did I realize just how strong the aroma of her arousal was. I teased her a bit by asking her what she wanted. In the end, though, it was about what I wanted, what I needed—and I needed her come.

I'd spoken to Jeremy, and he advised me to get as much of my come into her as I could before we attempted sex. He also told me that the more I drank from her, the more I would produce myself. I'd found that to be true already. If I drank from her first, I often came a lot.

When I was finished licking the last drop from her body, I whispered, "Again."

She moaned softly when I turned the bullet up one click. Over and over she came into my greedy mouth, and each time, I didn't miss a drop. When she finally collapsed, her body trembling, I clicked the bullet to off and whispered a set of instructions in her ear. Walking out of the room, I could feel that my balls were literally enlarged from the excess semen produced during our time together.

Sitting through the rest of the afternoon was painful. My cock throbbed for release, especially with my mate just a few feet from me, but I kept thinking about tonight and the magic it might hold for both of us.

I'd read her thoughts in her journal and knew a little of what must be going on in her mind. Watching her, I could only assume she was thinking about me. Well, about her Mistress. It was obvious because of the small smile playing at her lips and the way she squirmed occasionally in her chair as we worked.

I had been careful to lick all of her sweet nectar from her pussy to try to help control the aroma, knowing that I'd be sitting in a small room with her for hours while feeling as if my cock and balls were going to burst, but it didn't matter. Each moment she thought of me, her pussy dripped with new, fresh wetness.

I moaned lowly and Shane smirked. "It's a bitch, ain't it?" he said in a tone only I could hear.

"Fuck you," I growled back at the same level.

"I actually bet you might right now, with how horny you are," he retorted.

I rolled my eyes. There was no way in hell I wanted to stick my dick into his hairy ass, and ironically, his teasing helped to lessen the throb of my cock. I pictured it again—fucking Shane's ass—and was pleased my erection seemed to go down.

The relief didn't last long, because moments later, Camila shifted in her chair, rubbing her legs together, releasing another wave of her intoxicating scent. "Let's call it an early day," I said suddenly. We still had forty-five minutes to go, but I just couldn't take it anymore.

"Sounds good to me," Shane said, standing and holding his folder of sketches over his crotch to hide his erection. I stood too, mimicking his stance.

Shane and Candy left while Camila was still gathering her things. Instantly, an idea came over me.

"Hey, Camz," I said, trying to sound confident. "I was wondering if you would join me for dinner. I know that you probably don't date co-workers, but our project is just days from ending, and I'm not your superior, so it would be fine."

She looked at me, blinking a few times. I could feel her attraction toward me, but what I felt more than that was a resounding no.

"Um, Lauren. I'm flattered, really. I just, well, I'm not available."

"It doesn't have to be tonight," I pressed, wanting to try to read her expressions a bit longer.

"Oh," she said, and I thought for a moment she might give in. "It's just that...well, I'm seeing someone."

"I didn't know you were in an exclusive relationship," I said, hoping to find out if that was what she wanted before I made an ass of myself tonight.

She swallowed hard and her cheeks flushed pink. "Well, I'm not sure if it's exclusive," she said, making my stomach drop. "She might be, um, uh... Well, for me it's exclusive. She has my heart."

I stared at her open mouthed, not knowing what to say. Did she just tell me that I had her heart? I mean, not me Lauren, but me Mistress.

"Oh, God," she stammered. "I have no idea why I'm telling you all of this. I'm sorry. The invitation was lovely, I just can't. I'm sorry."

"I get it, Camz," I said, smiling. "Don't apologize. You can't blame a person for trying."

"Thanks," she said, grabbing her folder and rushing from the room.

At her admission, I felt almost giddy—the smile on my face huge. I could feel how ridiculous it must have looked, but I couldn't help it. I fucking had her heart!