Midnight Series (camren version)

Chapter Eleven

Mistress

I wasn't sure if she'd want our relationship to be public, but she'd ousted us quickly. The look on Candy's face was priceless when Camila had told her that we'd been in bed all weekend.

Thinking about having her made it impossible to wait for lunch, and as we rushed to the elevators to use the office on the seventh floor, Shane made a comment about Wednesday. While I knew I'd need to think about and prepare for her first trip to Verde, I was in no state to do so. All I could think about was drinking from her and then feeding her.

The moment the elevator doors closed I was all over her. I kissed her neck while my hand slid up under her skirt. Her smooth folds were slick with arousal and I didn't waste a moment to thrust my fingers into her. She cried out in surprise but ground herself into my hand.

I practically dragged her from the elevator and to the empty office down the hall. Slamming the door shut behind me, I threw her on the desk and pushed her skirt up around her waist. After sliding her panties to the side, I pumped my fingers in and out of her pussy furiously.

"Fuck! Oh Fuck! Mistress!" she moaned, and I had to remind her to be quiet.

I pulled my fingers from her pussy and put them to her lips. "Shhh, little one." She opened her mouth and sucked greedily while I began to lap at her wetness.

As my tongue darted in and out of her hole and licked around her swollen clit, I listened to the sounds of her sucking on my fingers through her ragged breaths.

"Come, babygirl."

And she did—all over my tongue. I felt my balls swell and I knew it was time to feed her, as well. Adjusting her slightly so that her head was hanging over the edge of the desk just a little, I moved in front of her, dropped my pants and placed my cock against her lips.

"Open, my butterfly. Drink."

I pressed into her mouth and was again shocked at how much of me she could now take. After enjoying the feel of her warm tongue on my sensitive flesh, I went back to feasting on her pussy.

I wasn't aware of the time that went by. All that I knew was that I had stopped licking her only to come down her throat twice.

When I heard the text chime in, I ignored it, as well as the next few to follow. Finally, after she came and I'd finished licking her thighs lazily, I glanced over at the phone. I had seven texts from Shane.

It started with him asking me if I was ever coming back from lunch. Then there were a few perverse comments. It was the last message that had me scrambling. "Come on, butterfly. Let's get you dressed."

Instead of being tired, she seemed full of energy and was completely dressed within thirty seconds. "Is something wrong?"

Just then, there was a knock on the door. Camila froze and I instinctively stood in front of her.

"I can smell her from down the hall, Lauren. Please come out. I don't want to have to move. Besides, if Taylor is with Candy for one more minute, I'm pretty sure she's going to kill her, and then there will be a scandal."

Though half of me wanted to tell him to fuck off, we followed him down the hall. The rest of the afternoon was fun, as was the next day at work. Camila and Taylor had gone off a few times together, and it was nice to see them building a friendship.

When Camila went back to her desk to get her things just before we left on Tuesday afternoon, Taylor pulled me aside.

"Can I talk to you for a minute?"