Midnight Eternal Page 5
While I’d been thinking about that possibility, Bec had clearly been thinking along another different route altogether. “Do you have any children?”
“No. My kind doesn’t reproduce very often. Our life cycle is considerably longer than that of a human and we are physically superior, but Bocaj women often struggle carrying a baby to term. It is very strenuous on her body.”
“But your mother did it? Twice, right? Or do you have more siblings?”
“No, just me and Sydney. My mother is a fighter. Sydney and I are very close in age, too. Usually Bocaj wait longer between pregnancies to give the female time to recover and become strong again.”
“How close together are you two?”
“She’s almost seventy five years older than me,” I stated, watching Bec’s mouth fall open.
“How is that possible? She looked to be in her late twenties or early thirties. There is no way Sydney is around one hundred years old.”
I burst into laughter. I guess I’d forgotten to tell her my age when we discussed the Bocaj earlier. Oddly enough, one hundred was way off, as well. Sydney was nearing two hundred and seventy-five years old.
“I told you that our life cycles were longer than humans. Sydney is two hundred seventy-two years old.”
Her eyes were as wide as saucers. “That makes you…uh…um…”
“One hundred-ninety-nine now. I had a birthday a few months ago.”
“But you don’t look old. How is that possible?”
I couldn’t help but smile. “Try not to think of me as a two hundred year old man. Think of me as something like, I don’t know, a Galapagos tortoise or a Redwood tree.”
She bit back a smile. “A tortoise or a tree?”
“Well, it’s not exactly the same, but can you tell the difference between a two hundred year old Redwood and a five hundred year old one?” She shook her head. “And even with a tortoise, once they are twenty, they’ve reached maturity and don’t change much for the next hundred or more years. We change, just not that much.”
She stared at my face for a moment, then seemingly satisfied with my explanation, nodded. “Alright, but I do have a question about what you said before.”
“Ask me anything.”
“Well, you said that you don’t have any children, and that your parents only have two even though all of you are hundreds of years old. How is that possible? I know how often you like to come. Do other Bocaj men come as often as you do?”
“I’m not sure exactly, and my sexual appetite has increased considerably since I’ve met you.” My words caused her to smile. “But yes, most Bocaj men ejaculate at least once a day, even if it is through self gratification.”
Her brow wrinkled. “Then how, in all that time, has there not been a mistake. No missed pill or broken condom, something…”
I loved how curious she was. “Bocaj women don’t take birth control pills. That’s a rather recent invention and I’m not sure it would work with our kind. Condoms are rather new, too. I doubt they would hold. Honestly, I’ve never used one so I don’t know.”
“What? Then how?”
“Well, Bocaj females know when they are in heat, if you will. When they are fertile, a mark appears on their bodies. It’s similar to the mark they got when they reached maturity, and it allows them and their mates to know and make the choice. Shane tells me that when he sees that mark, Sydney will do anything to serve her Master, with the exception of intercourse. He’s just as happy to stay away. It doesn’t happen every month like with humans—more like three or four times a year.”
Bec nodded. “That part would be nice.”
“Like I said, Bocaj pregnancies take a lot out of the female. She needs twice the amount of sunlight and other nutrition.”
“Well, I’m glad your mother did it,” she said with a smile.
Glancing outside, I saw that the sun had set and thought back to how I used to wait for night just so I could watch her perform. Perhaps I’d have her perform for me tonight. I’d called us both out of work for tomorrow, as well, with hopes of making it a four day weekend. I wanted to get her back in the playroom once she was finished eating, but I figured she’d want some things from her apartment before we began again for the evening.
“After you finish eating, I’d like to take you back to your apartment.”
I couldn’t help but notice the look of disappointment that crossed her face. It occurred to me that she might have misunderstood and thought I meant that she would be sleeping there. I had no intentions of her sleeping away from me this weekend. In fact, when I thought about it, I wondered if I would ever be ready for her to leave me. That would be something I’d have to think about and discuss with her.
She had her back to me and was at the sink washing dishes while I was putting away the food she hadn’t eaten.
I walked up behind her and grabbed ahold of her hips, pulling her ass to my erection. I loved that she was just wearing my T-shirt because it allowed me to feel her warm wetness against my pants. “The only reason I wanted to take you back to your place was so that you could grab a few things to make you more comfortable here. I was hoping you’d stay the night again. I’ve already called us out of work for tomorrow, and then it’s Saturday. I’d really like it if you would stay the entire weekend.”
She turned, and when I didn’t step back, the full front of her body pressed against mine. Craning her neck so she could see me, she all but purred, “I’d love to spend the weekend with you, Oliver, my Master.”
We made a quick trip to her apartment where she grabbed some toiletries and a few changes of clothes. I didn’t bother to tell her that I had little intention of her being out of the playroom long enough to bother getting dressed.
Once we got back upstairs to the penthouse, she looked at me for instruction, holding her small bag in her hand.
“Uh, where should I put my things?”
I’d thought about it while we were in her apartment. I knew she was my mate and I would want her in my bed with me, but I wasn’t sure how she would react to that. In addition, it could make our roles as Dominant and submissive confusing. I thought it was best to work into it. There were a few other reasons and I explained them to her.
“Actually, I’d like you to put them in the room down the hall to the right.” I led her to the room, and when I opened the door I could see the disappointment on her face. It was simply decorated, containing only a single bed, nightstand, and dresser. The walls, which were painted a soothing taupe, were adorned with a few pieces of artwork. It would be a great place for rest and reflection.
“This isn’t your room, is it?” she asked, though she clearly knew the answer.
“No, it isn’t. The master bedroom is across the hall, though honestly I don’t use it much.” She nodded like she understood, but I wasn’t sure she did. I knew this was her first BDSM relationship.
“The reason I am giving you this room is because it is the submissive’s room. Sometimes you might need time to yourself. This is the place you will go.” She nodded, looking more relieved. “Of course, I don’t really think you will be spending much time in there. It will only be if you need to rest, and quite honestly, I prefer you sleep in my arms.”
“Oh,” was all she muttered, but the release of arousal at my words told me that she liked what I’d said. My nostrils flared and my cock twitched as the aroma filled the small room.
“I need you—now.”
“Yes, Master,” she whispered, taking on sub-like behavior.
“I want you in the waiting position in the playroom. My butterfly may take as long as she likes, but if I’m kept waiting, there will be a consequence. One minute wearing nipple clamps for each minute I wait sounds fair.” She nodded her head and began to move. “Oh, and I’ll be paddling that ass and flogging that pussy while your timer counts down.”
Her eyes were wide. I held up my phone with the screen facing her as the timer changed from seventeen to eighteen seconds.
“That’s an added minute for language, young lady,” I called after her.
“Fuck,” she whispered under her breath. It was much too low for a human to hear, but I wasn’t human and she knew it.
“Two minutes.”
There was no response that time and I couldn’t help but chuckle. I loved how she was hurrying, but it was no secret that she loved spankings and nipple play, though the ones I had in mind today had a little more bite than the ones I’d used yesterday.
I stepped into the viewing room to undress, and because I was watching through the monitor, I knew the moment she was ready. At Bocaj speed, I entered the playroom to find her kneeling in the waiting position. “Little one, you took four minutes. I am quite impressed, although I’ll have to add on the two minutes for your potty mouth.” I walked around her. “Inspection pose.”
I watched as she shifted into place. The scent of her arousal had already filled the air, and when she moved, I was able to see the visible evidence. “So wet for me. You want my cock, don’t you, little one?”
She knew not to answer, although a whimper escaped her lips as I slid my fingers through her wet folds. “On your knees,” I commanded as I walked over to the cabinet and pulled out nipple clamps and a flogger. It wasn’t as gentle as the one she loved, but it still had soft fronds so it wouldn’t mark permanently.
Holding the items in my hands, I headed over to the couch and sat on the black leather. “Crawl to me.”
It was completely unnecessary, as I knew she understood her place. I just liked watching her look at me as she moved the short distance across the floor.
She stared into my eyes as I placed first one then the other clamp on her nipples. Holding her breath for a moment, she allowed her body to adjust to the pinching sensation.
“Up on my lap, over my knees.”
The sight before me was spectacular—her milky white ass ready and waiting. I brought my palm down on her smooth cheek, leaving a pink mark in the shape of my hand. “Beautiful.”
She thanked me and asked for another. I made each side match and continued to add handprints until there were three minutes left on the timer. “Stand. Face the couch. Bend over and hold onto the arm. Spread your legs wide.” I barked out the commands and she complied to each one instantly.
Holding the flogger in my right hand, I swung it as if I were throwing a ball underhand. When the fronds of it came into contact with her drenched pussy, they made a slapping sound.
“Oh, God!” she cried out.
“There will be no talking unless it is to thank me,” I growled and gave each ass cheek a quick, yet hard swat with the flogger. I saw her tremble and was pleased to witness the pink lines that appeared.
The next time the fronds hit her bare pussy, she whimpered but contained the sound. After half a dozen strikes the timer went off.
She didn’t dare move and I loved that about her. “Now, little one, I want you to turn around so that I may remove your nipple clamps. They will be sore and need pressure. Allow me.”
When she nodded, I removed both at the same time, causing her to inhale sharply and moan. She began to pull her hands to her breasts but I beat her to it, placing two fingers over her right nipple and pressing while my mouth covered her left nipple and sucked hard.
I could hear her whimpering as I soothed her hardened peak with my tongue. Two minutes later, I switched breasts and relieved that one, as well.
“What flower are you on, butterfly?” I asked, staring at her nipples with the red bite marks from the clamps. They had lightened up, but were still visible.
“Lily, Master.”
“Good girl. Now I’d like you to please me with your mouth.”
I sat back down on the couch and watched in fascination as she took me into her mouth, eventually drinking my come.
The strength it gave her allowed me to fuck her…and fuck her I did. Over and over. We started on the couch, then moved to the whipping bench where I used the angle it afforded me to pound into her pussy. Eventually, we ended up in bed with her riding on me, hopping up and down. I’d come in her mouth once and her body three times. I thought that it would be plenty and I assumed she’d fall asleep, but the effects seemed to be lasting longer and I wondered if my come was building up in her system.
“Do you need to rest?” I asked her at midnight after the third time I’d filled her pussy with my fluid.
“I should need to sleep, Master,” she whispered, “but I don’t feel the least bit tired.”
Loving her answer, I rolled onto my back. “I’d like to feed now.” I grabbed her legs and flipped her over so she was straddling my face and holding onto the headboard. “If you tire, let me know and I’ll allow you to rest.”
She murmured her response while I began to dine on her arousal. With each lap of her nectar, I felt my body grow stronger and my balls grow heavier.
“Are you hungry, little one?”
“No, Master,” she whispered. I could tell she thought I meant for human food. “Are you hungry for me?” I clarified.
I felt her walls clench at my words, giving me a mouthful of her sweet tanginess. “Yes, Master. Please, Master.”
Flipping her around, I smiled as she fell forward and engulfed my cock. It wasn’t long before I was exploding into her mouth. The instant my come reacted with her body I knew, because the suction on my cock was enough to make me shout out in both pleasure and pain.
“Master?” she asked, pulling off of me quickly and licking her lips.
“AGAIN!” I commanded, pushing her head back down.
Hours went by with the two of us dining from each other. I’d never felt more satiated in my life.
Glancing at the phone after drinking down yet another orgasm, I realized that it was past noon. We’d been in the playroom for over twelve hours.
“Oh, fuck, babygirl,” I whispered, pulling her from my cock. We had changed positions many times during our feeding frenzy, but she was once again on top.
“Did I do something wrong, Master?” she asked, looking at me. Her lips were red and puffy, matching her pussy I’d just fed upon.
“No, butterfly, but we’ve been doing this for nearly twelve hours. I’d like to get you some real food and perhaps take you out for a while today.”
“Yes, Master,” she replied.
I was worried, however, that when the effects of so much come wore off, she’d sleep for days. Since I didn’t want her to be alone in the shower when that happened, I picked her up and carried her into the bathroom.
“I am going to remove your play collar because it shouldn’t get wet and I want to wash you, but you are to act as if it is on. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master,” she said, dropping to her knees without being told.
“Your permanent collar should never come off. It is stainless steel and can go in water.”
I turned on the shower and we stepped inside. “I’m going to wash you. Pay close attention. When I’m done, you will wash me with the same care.”
I began at her fingers and washed her hands, arms, and back. Then I moved to her legs and washed her thighs, calves, and feet. Her eyes were closed and she looked like she was about to fall asleep. I wondered if that were the case, but when my hands moved to her breasts, her eyes opened lazily. I gave each attention before lowering the sponge to her pussy. “Spread.” She complied and I thoroughly cleaned her swollen lips as well as her ass. “Kneel.”
She dropped to her knees and looked up at me expectantly. My cock, which had remained in a semi erect state for the shower, sprang to life. She opened her mouth but I had to redirect both her and my throbbing organ. “No, little one. I’m just going to wash your hair.” I applied the shampoo and worked it in before rinsing. While waiting for the conditioner I’d massaged into her locks to be absorbed, I took the moment to wash my own hair. I knew she wouldn’t be able to reach and there was no way I’d b
e kneeling down for her. It was too early in our relationship for her to be in a dominant position even momentarily.
After we were both rinsed, I handed her the sponge. Her fingers trembled slightly as she washed my hands, arms, shoulders, and back. When she dropped to her knees again to wash my feet and legs, I began to reconsider asking her to take my length into her mouth. I resisted the urge, though, even when she washed my cock and balls. Once she was finished, she sat back on her heels and waited for further instruction. Reaching behind me, I turned off the water and stepped from the shower.
“Such a good girl. You will go get dressed and then we shall eat.”
She nodded, and fifteen minutes later she met me in the kitchen. Surprisingly she wasn’t hungry, although she was starting to look tired. I considered cancelling our outing, but she said she’d be able to stay awake for a bit. Worst-case scenario, we’d come right back.
After convincing her to at least take a piece of fruit, we headed to the elevator. Peach in one hand, mine in the other, we walked down the street toward the park.
“This peach has a very strong scent,” Bec commented. “Well, actually I can smell a lot more today. Is that…” she paused, “…hot dogs?”
I laughed. “Yeah, from the hot dog stand in the park. It’s like four blocks away. Amazing!”
“I can smell a lot of things I wish I couldn’t,” she laughed, looking down the street toward a dumpster.
“That is one of the drawbacks,” I smiled. We were nearly two blocks from the apartment and almost to the park. So far we’d been walking in the shadows of the buildings, and I was curious to know the effect the sun would have on her. As we stepped into the sunlight I was about to ask, but she beat me to it.
“Oh, Oliver!” she exclaimed. “My skin! It’s like humming! The sun feels so good. I was getting tired, but now…now…oh I feel like I could fly.” She laughed. “Don’t worry, I know I can’t!”
Her mood was completely different. She’d been quiet two minutes earlier, but once the sunlight hit her, it was like she’d been given a shot of pure adrenaline.