Midnight Series (camren version)

Chapter Eight

butterfly

I felt like I was going to throw up. My Mistress, had just told me to call her Lauren and get up off my knees because we had to talk. Talking was never good when a person's only reason for wanting you was to fuck you. When the tears came, I didn't even try to stop them.

The day had been horrible anyway. It had started off wonderfully, but once I left the magical lair of her penthouse, everything fell apart. First, the salon was horrible. Not only had I found out that she'd been with the gorgeous receptionist, and that she'd been her submissive, but I'd also found out that she never kept her human submissives around for more than a year. Then I'd gone back to my apartment and fallen asleep for hours. When I woke, I saw that I had several missed calls and a voice message—all from her. I called her back immediately and she said we needed to talk.

As upset as I had been at Lucy's words, the thought that I'd made her worry about me and the fact that she wanted to talk, devastated me. I held out hope that it was anything other than ending our relationship, but when she told me to get up off the floor and call her Lauren, my world started to spin. Although I hadn't eaten in hours, I thought I was going to be sick.

"Will you join me on the couch?" I walked toward the smooth leather like a person walking down death row. Brushing the tears from my face with the back of my hand, I sat up as straight as I could and looked at her. Her eyes were full of compassion.

"Camz, I think that perhaps we moved too fast." I was about to protest that it was all perfect, but she kept talking. "I hadn't taken into account how little you knew of this lifestyle."

"So you want to end it?" I couldn't help blurting out, though I began sobbing right after. I knew it was pathetic, but I couldn't explain the pull I felt toward this woman.

"End it? Hell no! I couldn't end it even if I tried."

I looked up at her through tear-filled eyes. "I don't want it to end, but I'm afraid I'll mess up again and you'll leave me."

She sighed heavily. "That's my fault. I think we went too fast the night of your collaring. I left some things out about myself because I didn't want to overwhelm you, but looking back, clearly that was a mistake."

"You mean about Lucy and the club? I know about those."

"About those, yes, but more about me and you and how I feel about us."

I stared at her, wondering what she meant exactly. I had such strong feelings for her, and she'd told me she loved me. In fact, she'd said it first. "Let me explain a few things, and you can jump in with questions any time you have them, okay?"

I nodded and she continued. "When I placed the permanent collar around your neck, it was a symbol of my commitment to you. I don't take collaring lightly, which is why I've never done it before. To me, it would be for as long as you'd allow it."

"What if I wanted it for more than a year? Lucy said that you always gave up your human submissives in a year or less." Those words were the ones that bothered me the most.

"She's technically right, but that was in the past. I've had several human submissives, and found each of them new Doms after about a year. In all of those cases, the women never saw me, and I never collared even one of them. You are different. I don't plan on ever giving you up."

Her words made my heart soar, but I needed to know more. "Why?" "I told you the night I collared you. I love you, Camz. I love my

butterfly. I love every part of you." I could barely breathe, her words making my heart race. "But there's more. I told you that this mark appears when males find their mate. Maybe I wasn't clear enough. Nermac mate for life. When I said you were my mate, I meant you were my only mate."