Midnight Series (camren version)

Chapter 56

Mistress

She was perfect—absolutely perfect—and she was mine. Her pussy had tasted as delicious as ever, and it had turned us both on when she'd watched me ravish her.

Her heart was beating more wildly than when she'd come undone for me. We both knew it was time, and though I couldn't count the number of times I'd fucked in the past century, I knew I'd never felt like this. Sure, I'd cared for my submissives—all of them, really. They were mine to take care of, to train and get pleasure from. I'd loved some of them even, but I'd never been in love with any of them. A few months ago, I might not have known the difference between loving someone or being in love with them. There is a hell of a lot of difference, and I was in love with my butterfly. I was going to use my body to show her just how much.

The most important thing was my girl's safety, and although I wanted this more than anything I'd ever wanted in my life, Nermac or human, it was not worth hurting her. If she seemed the slightest bit in danger, I would stop. It would take every bit of control I had, but I would stop.

She looked up at me and whimpered softly as I positioned myself between her legs. Grasping them by the ankles, I placed her calves on my shoulders, effectively spreading her pussy wide open for me and removing all obstacles.

Taking an unnecessary but calming breath, I tried to relax and concentrate. She looked up at me lovingly, so trusting and devoted. I ran my fingers over her cheekbone and then held her hand, my fingers laced with hers. I looked into her eyes as I rubbed my cock between her slippery folds.

Her breath caught; she whimpered and moaned, but never broke eye contact with me.

"Mine," I said again as I began to enter her inch by inch.

Her eyes grew wider momentarily, and I thought she was going to cry mum, but instead, I heard a soft moan fall from her lips.

Entering her pussy slowly was the hardest thing I'd done in my life. It was so soft and warm. Nermac pussy was wonderful, but I'd never felt anything like this.

I pulled back a fraction of an inch and pressed back in again, almost as slowly as the first time. My girl was looking straight at me, her eyes pleading with me for something. Did she want me to stop?

"Am I hurting you?" I whispered. She shook her head, though she didn't look away. "Then what is it, my butterfly? What is it you need? Speak."

She blinked once, slowly, then opened her eyes and, looking directly into mine, said, "More. I need more."

I pulled all the way out and entered her again quickly and with much more force. "Yes," she groaned, her eyes rolling back in her head. "Mmmmm, yes."

The next few minutes were spent walking the fine line between keeping my girl in that state and injuring her. The faster I seemed to go and the harder I seemed to thrust, the more she seemed to like it. I knew I couldn't go full force or I'd kill her, yet the pace I was at now kept her screaming in ecstasy. She squeezed my hand that was still laced with hers tightly, actually causing me some pain.

Leaning down, I kissed her and quickened the pace slightly. She gasped for air and made sounds that let me know that she was close to orgasm. "Don't you dare come until I tell you to, my butterfly."

"Yes...ungh... Mistress..." her words came out strangled and between groans and screams.

Her eyes were tightly closed and her head was thrown back, exposing her long, beautiful neck. I bent down, never slowing my relentless pace, and kissed my way from her nipple to her ear, licking every inch of skin along the way.

"You are mine," I whispered in her ear as her walls, despite her words, began to quiver and contract around me.

"Yes, yours," she panted, holding her breath in an attempt to stop her orgasm.

"Open your eyes," I said, raising myself to look down at her. "Look at me."

Her eyes flew open and locked with mine. "Come."

It was a simple command to which both of our bodies obeyed. Hers contracting around mine, squeezing me and releasing enough fluid to coat my abdomen and balls. Mine spilling stream after stream of come into her hot body.

Her eyes closed and it appeared that she was falling asleep like she had the evening I'd called Mike for help. They were closed for less than a minute when they flew back open. I wasn't sure which it was, the feral look in her eyes, the fact that she was squeezing my hand so tightly that I felt my bones start to crack, or the fact that the walls of her pussy—which were already tight—began clamping down painfully around my cock, but one of those things, or maybe all of them, made me scream out, "HOLY FUCK!"

A growl left her lips—yes, a growl—as she said, "More, Mistress."

I was shocked. I'd expected her to sleep immediately, as she had done in the past after the effects of ingesting my come had worn off. And it looked like she was going to, right up until her eyes flew open. I was puzzled, because it wasn't like I'd given her another dose. Then it hit me. I had—I'd given her my come, more than I could ever remember coming before. It just wasn't orally.

In fact, even now, as my cock laid insider her, she squeezed it, milking it for more. I groaned again at the pressure, but I had to admit, it felt really good.

Her hand, which was still crushing mine, however, did not feel as good. I was amazed at how strong she was and wondered how close she was to matching my own strength.

The look in her eyes was of pure lust, and I couldn't deny my girl or myself this moment. In one smooth motion, I pulled my knees under me and lifted her up so that she was sitting on my lap, straddling me, with my cock still inside of her.

Her breasts were now in my face, and I didn't miss the opportunity to lavish them with attention. She released my hand and held onto my hair, thrusting her breasts into my face. I licked and sucked and nipped at them, extracting the most amazing sounds from my girl as her hips started to grind against me. Damn, my girl was ready to go again.

I lifted her up and down a few times, fucking my cock with her body. She grabbed my hair and threw her head back, giving me a delicious view of her breasts bouncing up and down. I wanted to see all of her though, so I rolled my hips and pivoted so I was lying on my back with her straddling my cock. She stared down at me with a wanton look in her eyes and had never looked more beautiful.

I reached up and ran the pads of my thumbs over her nipples, making them tighten and pebble. Her hips rocked, rubbing my cock and causing me to groan. I knew what she wanted, what she needed. It was amazing that she'd remained in control of her body this long. I wanted her to enjoy this as much as I was, so I gave her the green light.

"Fuck me, butterfly."