Midnight Series (camren version)

Chapter 55

butterfly

She was gorgeous! Her entire body was like that of a Greek goddess. I was kneeling in front of her—giving me a perfect view of her cock—and I couldn't help but to stare straight at it. Right before my eyes, a tiny drop of liquid slipped from the tip, causing me to groan aloud in anticipation. I wanted to taste it so badly, but I bit my lip to stop myself from begging for it. She was watching me stare unabashedly at her cock.

"Open," she said after what felt like hours.

I opened my mouth and began to salivate when she teased my lips for a moment before sliding himself in. Closing my eyes, I savored the flavor as it exploded in my mouth.

"Open your eyes. Look at me, my beautiful girl." Her voice was commanding, yet gentle.

I looked up into her eyes and felt the love radiate from her. Moving my head back and forth on her cock, I never broke her gaze.

"Fuck, that's it, my good girl. Take it all."

I loved her words and hummed around her cock, making it jump and instantly thicken.

"So good," she grunted, pressing her lips together.

I sucked hard, moving my head up and down faster. She'd told me to look at her, but I couldn't break her gaze now even if I wanted to. She was beautiful, and sexy, and mine.

"Fuck, my butterfly." Her words were choppy. "Drink it all, babygirl," she groaned just before I felt her throb once and then fill my mouth with her cool come. It tasted amazing, like usual, but there was so much that I couldn't get it down fast enough. Stream after stream shot into the back of my throat as I tried to swallow around her cock. Unable to keep up, I was grateful when she pulled out and gave me a chance to swallow what was still in my mouth. I licked my lips in satisfaction, and it was only then that I noticed a ring of thick white come that circled the base of her cock.

As had happened each time I'd given her—my Mistress —a blowjob, I felt more alive afterwards. I felt stronger, faster, like I could do anything. I even considered leaning forward and licking her cock one last time, but before I had the chance, she moved away from in front of me and went to lie down on the bed.

"Come, my butterfly. Clean my cock."

I scrambled onto the bed. My movements were much too quick, and I surprised myself with the speed at which I found myself between her legs.

I licked around the base of her cock, and then took her balls into my mouth. "Fuck! Such a good little girl."

I smiled at her words, her cock just touching my lips. I waited a moment, then engulfed her magnificent erection with one movement.

I started to use my hands, too. One was stroking her cock, and the other was playing with her balls. I sucked on her hard, making her groan in pleasure.

When she came in my mouth the second time, it was as much as the first—maybe more. I drank it down and then began to clean her off again.

I felt like I could fly, like I could jump off the balcony and never hit the ground!

I swore her come was magical, because the more of it I drank, the better I felt. I licked her cock clean, and was still searching for more when I felt her hands grasp my upper arms and pull me onto her chest.

"How are you feeling, my butterfly?" she asked, stroking my cheek. "Honestly, I feel like I can fly!" I giggled.

"You can't," she said quickly.

Of course I couldn't. What a silly thing to have said.

"But you can come up here and serve me. I want to enjoy that body now."

All silliness was gone in an instant. I swallowed hard and crawled the rest of the way up her body. In a flash, she had me on my back. We had literally traded positions in what seemed like the blink of an eye. I was staring at the ceiling and she was now situated between my legs.

"So wet for me," she growled, sliding a finger slowly inside of me. I moaned in pleasure.

"You want me to fuck you, don't you, little girl?"

"Please," was all I could manage as her finger began stroking my walls. "Oh, begging isn't going to get you fucked, my butterfly. I will fuck you when I want, and right now, what I want is to taste that pussy of yours." "Hold onto the headboard and don't move a muscle, little one." I gasped when she threw my legs over her shoulders.

As her mouth descended on my swollen clit, I snaked my fingers through the bars of the bed and grabbed on tight. Her tongue was different than before— not as cold. Maybe it just felt that way because I could see her now. I stared at her tongue diving in and out of me, mesmerized by the sight. She looked up at me, and I should have looked away, but I just couldn't.

"You like to watch your pussy get ravaged, don't you, butterfly?" she chuckled. "Such a dirty little girl." She went back to fucking me with her tongue, but not before she witnessed my embarrassment. I felt the heat there long after her eyes looked away. I couldn't help it—I stared at her the entire time she consumed me. Her tongue licked in tight circles around my clit, making me grip the headboard tightly. I panted as she drove me closer and closer to the edge. When she sucked my clit into her mouth, I squeezed the metal bars so hard I felt them bend beneath my fingertips. I whimpered, holding back my orgasm, but knowing I wouldn't last much longer. Finally, when I thought I would explode, she looked up at me and whispered, "Come."

I'd seen myself squirt when I'd masturbated for her, but I'd never actually seen myself squirt onto her. Watching her—her mouth—made me come harder.

Finally able to tear my eyes away from her face, I glanced up at the headboard. I'd held on like she'd instructed, but had somehow managed to crush the metal rods. They must have been made of some sort of decorative aluminum or something. She noticed, too.

"Holy fuck," she said, removing my hands. 

"I'm sorry, Mistress," I apologized.

She chuckled and pulled my hands away so she could see the damage. "It's no problem," she said, smoothing the metal back into its original shape. Clearly it was easily pliable, as she had no problem fixing both bars where my hands had been.

 "Glad it wasn't my cock," she said without looking at me.

I stared at her wide eyed. She thought I'd do that to her penis? I would never! 

"Oh shit," she said, glancing at me. "I keep forgetting you can hear me now."

I was more confused than ever. I hadn't changed. The only difference was, now I knew who she was. And I loved who she was.

She kissed each of my hands. "They are perfect. You are perfect," she said, kissing her way down my arms and to my chest, totally changing the mood back to one of pure lust.

She kissed my breasts, pulling my nipple into her mouth. "I want this body," she groaned. "I need you to promise me one thing though."

I nodded. "Anything." My voice was a throaty whisper as she switched to the other nipple, sucking it as well.

"If I hurt you, you will tell me. Tonight is about joining as one—it's not supposed to hurt. Can you do that?"

I nodded again.

Her hand went to the collar around my neck, and she rubbed the heart with her thumb. "You are all mine now."