Midnight Caller Page 4
I didn’t like that he was talking to me like a dog, but I kept my mouth shut. His words were condescending, but his tone was not. It was firm, yet loving, and I realized that I did like to obey him. As foreign as it was to me, I liked it a lot.
I stood there, arousal dripping from my body, waiting until he finally gave me permission.
“Speak, butterfly.”
“Yes, Sir,” I said with a trembling voice. I felt more liquid drip from me, and I bit my lip trying to stop it. I could feel my clit throbbing, and I knew that even the slightest touch would send me over the edge, giving me the relief I craved.
“My little butterfly is getting very wet. Does my little girl want to come again?”
I should have been embarrassed that he could see the wetness that flowed from me, but any shame I felt was far outweighed by the tingling in my clit. Throwing all sense of reason out the window, I shamelessly responded, “Yes, Sir.”
He was quiet, and for a moment I thought maybe he’d hung up. What had I said? Fuck! It hit me like a ton of bricks: I’d spoken without permission. I felt like ice water was running through my veins, and I tensed up waiting for his response.
“It is a shame that butterfly has disappointed Sir by forgetting such a simple rule so quickly, and little girls who disappoint Sir do not get rewarded. There will be no second orgasm tonight. In fact, little girl, you are not to touch yourself until you hear from me again. Do you understand?”
The ice in my veins had been replaced by the fire once again. My clit throbbed harder than ever and the tingling intensified. It was so strong that for a moment, I thought I was going to wet myself. I had a decision to make. I could either agree to his terms or do what I wanted. If I did as I pleased, I would risk him not calling again, and that was a risk I wasn’t willing to take. I felt my body tremble as I fought to control wave after wave of sensation radiating from my clit. Having learned my lesson from the last time, I waited for permission to speak.
Finally, he ended my torture. “Speak, butterfly.”
“Yes, Sir,” I replied, knowing there was only one answer I was ever going to give.
“Such a good girl. So eager to please, but you must pay for your mistakes. I will know if you touch yourself, but I promise that if you are good and obey me, your reward will be great. Good night, butterfly.”
I thought of disobeying him and getting myself off anyway, but it was a fleeting thought. I didn’t understand why, but I really wanted to please him, my Sir. The desire to please him, along with the need to find out what the reward would be, kept me from touching myself much to the frustration of my aching body.
Work the next day was hell. Not only had I sat through hours and hours of meetings, making my day drag on and on, but during one of the meetings, I was assigned to work on a new project with Candy Simpson. Candy’s real name was Candice. I tried to picture her parents naming her Candice and how they would have imagined her to grow up to be a doctor or lawyer or someone’s wife, not a bleach blonde bimbo. She probably would have been pretty if she hadn’t injected her already full lips with collagen and rimmed her brilliantly blue eyes with five pounds of eye makeup, giving Cleopatra a run for her money.
I bet they never thought their daughter would start calling herself Candy and giving herself away like every day was Halloween. I wasn’t much for office gossip, but I’d heard somewhere that she’d once introduced herself as Candy because she was sweet and just a little bit sticky.
Despite working with her, I was ecstatic to be put on this project. I worked for a large video game company, and my dream was to work on the animations for the games. I’d started at the bottom and was working my way up. Right now, I was in the editing department. It really wasn’t very exciting, but this project would give me a chance to get my feet wet. I wouldn’t be one of the animators, but I would get to give input and suggestions to the artists and then get to edit the final project. The only downside: Candy. She was beyond annoying with the way she talked non-stop about sex, and today, with how much my mind was already on sex, it was the last thing I needed.
“Hey, Becky! Did you hear that we are going to be working together on the new wrestling game?”
“It’s Bec,” I corrected her.
“Bec sounds like a boy’s name. Becky is so much more fun.”
I concentrated on not rolling my eyes at her.
“You know, we should go out sometime. You could be like my wingman or something. We could go to Karma. The drinks are really cheap and there are tons of guys there. I went there last night and met this guy, Brandon, or Brian…I can’t remember. It started with a B, anyway. He sent me a drink, and the next thing I knew, we were at my place. We couldn’t go to his, because he’s staying with his parents—just until he saves up enough money to move out. But man, Becky, he had an amazing willy. I mean that thing was huge! He didn’t last long, but it was hot. He said that he wants to take me out tonight.”
I had no idea why she was telling me all of this. I couldn’t possibly look interested. “I hope he takes me to that new French restaurant. I heard they have oysters that improve a man’s sex drive and—” She was interrupted by her phone. “Oh, that’s him texting now. His name is Scott, duh. He put his number in my phone. Oh, he says he can’t go out tonight, but he wants me to come over there because his parents are going out. Do you want me to see if he has a friend?”
Gee, I don’t know, I mused to myself sarcastically. As tempting as the idea of hanging out in the basement with some guy who still lived with his parents was, I figured I’d have to pass. “Sorry, Candy, I already have plans.”
She put her hand on her hip. I couldn’t help but notice her hot pink, fake nails. “Becky, reading a book is not considered having plans. You need to get laid, girl.”
“It’s not with a book.” I wasn’t about to tell her what I was actually going to be doing tonight. Well, what I hoped I’d be doing, anyway. She was right; I did need to get laid.
I expected her to ask what I was doing or argue more, but the sound of her phone saved me. She started to giggle. “He sent me a picture.” She turned her phone to show me a picture of a man’s penis. Sadly, I wasn’t even shocked she’d be receiving a picture like that, though someone did have to tell him about manscaping. It was just eww. “He says it misses my mouth. I really do give the best blowjobs. Everyone says so. I could show you sometime.”
I had no idea what to say, but luckily for me, I didn’t have to say anything. Her phone buzzed again and she ran off, saying something about needing to send him a picture.
Working on the wrestling game may have been a dream opportunity, but it wasn’t a dream team. I just hoped that the two artists we were working with would be more tolerable than Candy.
I was grateful to leave work, and even more grateful to pull into my parking space with the pint of sesame chicken. As I ate, I became more and more nervous about my phone call tonight. I wondered what the reward would be. Absentmindedly, I watched a reality singing show, and when it was over, I rinsed out my dish and headed to my room, glad it was time for bed.
I climbed onto the bed when it occurred to me that he might not call. He had told me to wait, and not touch myself until he called. He never actually said that he would call tonight. I sat there, trying not to stare at the phone. Nearly forty minutes later, when it did ring, my thighs were coated with my wetness and there was a small wet spot where I’d been sitting.
I picked up the phone.
Chapter 5
Sir
“So that’s her, huh?” Shane said, staring into the monitor featuring Candice Simpson and Rebecca.
“Yup,” I answered. I watched Candice talking animatedly and Rebecca smile and nod politely, though it was clear that she wasn’t interested.
“Yeah, I get the brunette, but why the hell are we working with that other chick? Her name is Candy, right? You know she’s a slut. I mean, she’s come onto me so strong that if Sydney would have seen, she’d be dead.”
“You are one sick fucker,” Shane laughed. “You have this all planned out, don’t you? The next thing you’ll be doing is renting an apartment near hers so that you can jerk off to her at night.”
I glared at him. “I already had an apartment across the street. That’s how I first noticed her.”
“Holy fuck! You didn’t! That is so messed up and just a bit creepy.”
“Hey,” I said, changing the subject, “Payton suggested that I might be a better Dom if I submitted to her. That’s some fucked up shit, huh?”
“Touché brother, touché.”
Observing her all evening had been almost as much torture for me as it had been for her. I stared as she popped each bite of chicken into her mouth. I was envious of the chicken itself and the way her tongue moved around it. Watching said tongue poke out to lick her full lips had me longing to have her mouth on me.
She went to bed a bit early, no doubt in the hopes that I would call. I watched her wait on her bed, looking at the phone and squirming. I couldn’t see her pussy from the position she was in, but her nipples were rock hard. I waited a few more minutes, then dialed.
She picked the phone up quickly.
“You look beautiful, butterfly.” The moment I spoke, goose bumps appeared all over her body.
She opened her mouth to respond, but caught herself, biting her lip instead. I loved how quickly she was learning.
“If you listen to me and follow my instructions, you will be rewarded with the most amazing orgasm of your life.”
She nodded.
“Put the phone on speaker.”
She quickly pressed the button.
“Now put it on your nightstand and get into bed. Sit on your knees.”
She followed my every instruction and knelt in the waiting position. Her knees were a bit close together, but without any training, she was doing very well. The way she knelt there, expectantly, obediently, caused my cock to spring to life.
Knowing that she would do as she was told, I began giving her instructions.
“Touch that dripping pussy but do not put your fingers inside.”
I watched as she ran her hand up her thigh. Her fingers were covered in wetness. I couldn’t remember her ever being this wet—not even after an orgasm. Clearly she wanted to serve me.
“Now rub that swollen clit of yours, butterfly.”
Her fingers found the throbbing nub. She rubbed it quickly, and I hoped that it wouldn’t be enough for her to achieve orgasm. I had other plans. As she continued to rub her clit, her other hand moved up to touch her breasts. Oh, no she fucking didn’t! She wasn’t to touch any part of her body without permission. A growl at her disobedience rolled through me.
“I did not tell you to touch your breasts, little girl. Put your hand down, you naughty little slut.”
I had been so angry at her disobedience that I had inadvertently called her a naughty little slut. It was true, though—she was a naughty little slut. After all, she sat there pleasuring herself for a complete stranger on the phone. I just hadn’t meant to use those words on her so soon.
I had learned from past experience that some women, even if they were naughty sluts, did not like to be called sluts or whores. I was wondering how much damage control I would have to do until I saw her shiver, and her already puffy clit swell further before my eyes.
She dropped her hand immediately from her breast, but was still rubbing frantically at her engorged clit. I needed to slow her down. Hell, I needed to slow down and regain control of myself. It had been a long time since I had been with a human, and I had never been with one that excited me this much, especially from afar.
“You will slow down, butterfly. Rub slowly, gently.”
I watched as her fingers slowed, though the wetness seemed to increase.
“Get your toy and rub it gently around your opening. You will not put it inside until I tell you to.”
She retrieved a long glass dildo from her night stand. I loved that she chose the glass one. It was cool and hard, and it excited me to know that even though I would not be inside of her, the object she was feeling would be much like me.
She moaned softly while she teased her pussy, being careful not to slip it in.
I waited until her breathing was erratic then instructed her further. “Put just the tip in. No more.”
She quickly pressed the tip into herself and moaned at the size and the coolness of the dildo that assaulted her hot pussy. I loved how it looked stretched out.
“Hold it still. Use your other hand to play with those perfect nipples of yours. Squeeze them, pinch them, tug on them.”
Her hand flew up to her breasts and she eagerly followed my instructions.
My cock wept in my pants as I watched the wetness leak from her body, covering her fingers that were holding the dildo.
“Slide that dildo in halfway, but do not move it, butterfly.”
She moaned loudly as she pressed the cold glass into her hot pussy. I was glad that I was listening to her and not just watching her tonight. The visual was beautiful, but the sounds were incredible.
My cock strained against my pants at the thought of me stretching her instead, cooling her hot pussy.
“Please! I need to fuck myself!” she cried out, pulling me from my thoughts.
Oh that mouth! That fucking slutty mouth! It was so disobedient, and that made me angry, but the thought of punishing her for it excited the hell out of me. I imagined myself with my hands on both sides of her head, holding onto fistfuls of her golden brown hair, fucking that naughty little mouth of hers. I would teach her what it was for—pleasing me, only for pleasing me. The thought had me nearly coming in my pants.
“Remove it from your pussy,” I growled. “I decide how and when that pussy gets fucked, not you, little girl. And you will remember not to speak unless told.”
She pulled the dildo from her pink pussy, allowing wetness to gush from her and contribute to the already large puddle on the sheet. I was mesmerized by the fluid, but not enough to be distracted from her hand that was still tugging on her nipples.
“Furthermore, you will stop touching your nipples.”
She brought her hand down and rested it on her thigh. I knew it must be hard for her, but she was listening. She had obeyed. She was sitting there on her bed, clit throbbing, wetness running from her, awaiting my next command.
I wasn’t sure what excited me more: the thought of punishing her or her obedience. Like a heavy metal music video, images flashed through my mind, alternating between the two scenarios.
I imagined myself human, my cock in her mouth.
Next, her waiting obediently.
Back to her ass covered in pink handprints.
Then, her sitting there, hands on her thighs, perfect for me.
Back again to her swallowing my come as I growled, telling her that’s what slutty mouths do.
Finally, to the wetness seeping out of her as she waited.
The last image wasn’t a fantasy. It was reality. She was sitting there, just like that. I groaned at the sight and my cock reached epic hardness. FUCK! I had to regain control. I had to calm myself. I was too far gone with her. It had never been like this before. She was the one who was supposed to be worked into a frenzy, not me.
I’d always come after she came, or at the same time at least, but I knew that in order to maintain focus I would need a release.
I muted the phone and tore off my pants. My cock was in my hand almost instantly. Groaning, I squeezed the oversensitive member and began stroking. I gazed back over at her; wetness was running down her thighs and I could see her clit pulse.
She was a naughty little slut, but she was my naughty little slut. And the liquid that ran down her legs, that was mine, too. It wouldn’t be long before I was touching it, smelling it.
She hadn’t moved a muscle. I was impressed.
“Good girl. You may touch your nipples and insert your toy halfway again,” I said soothingly.
She wasted no time getting it seated back inside of her, and once again tugged furiously on her nipples.
I could watch her do that for hours, but from the change in her breathing and the flush of her skin, I knew she was on edge. I considered waiting to see if she begged to be allowed to fuck herself again, but decided I wanted to see it almost as much as she wanted to feel it.
“Now you are going to fuck yourself, little girl, hard and fast, like I will when I take that pussy. You will not come though.”
She groaned at being denied her orgasm, but obeyed and began to pound the dildo into herself. She gasped and moaned as she assaulted her pink pussy, slamming into it harder and faster.
Such a good little girl.
Such a good little butterfly.
Such a good little slut.
I thought the same thing over and over again as I watched her jackhammer the dildo into her pussy. She was beyond slick with anticipation. I had told her that she wasn’t allowed to come, and I was impressed that she hadn’t. She had a lot more control over her body than I had originally thought.
I watched her breathing and the pulse in her carotid artery to determine when she was getting close to orgasm. I was already rock hard again, and was slightly annoyed that my body was betraying me. I needed to focus on her now.
Her pulse and breathing escalated. “Stop!” I commanded. A look of relief flashed across her face, and she stilled her hand instantly. Her pussy lips were stretched tightly around the dildo that lay motionless inside of her. Her body didn’t respond as quickly as her hand had. Even from this distance, I could see the blood still pumping to her engorged clit. I wished I was there to smack it gently with my crop, making it swell even more, but I wasn’t. She was there though, and could do it for me.