Midnight Eternal (11 page)

Once again, my baby smiled and I knew that she’d be wonderful on Wednesday.

The rest of the day was great, and Bec fit in just like I knew she would.

“I hope to see you next Sunday,” Caroline said as we were getting ready to leave.

“You are welcome here anytime, Bec,” Gabriel added. “Caroline and I would love to get to know you better, and of course we always like to see Oliver.”

She looked at me with a sparkle in her eyes. “We’d love to come back next Sunday, though you won’t need to wait that long to see us. We’re coming to the club Wednesday.”

“Holy shit!” Shane exclaimed. “You said you’d never allow her there.”

I shot him a look that shut him up, but I felt the need to explain anyway. “I didn’t want to make Bec uncomfortable. It turns out, she’d like to go.”

“Gretchen will be there,” Payton said softly.

“I sure hope so. She said some, uh, not so nice things to my girl yesterday, and I think Gretchen needs to see just how important Bec is to me.” I touched my mate’s mark softly, though it still caused her to gasp, and I was positive that everyone in the room knew of the wave of arousal that rushed from her body.

“That woman is a bitch!” Sydney chimed in.

“Sydney! Remember the submissive’s oath. We don’t put down other submissives.”

“No, Sydney is right. Gretchen is a bitch. And what happened to her end of the oath? Bec is a submissive who should have been treated with respect. Even more so because she is so new to this.”

“Maybe what she said was an accident…a misunderstanding.” It was sweet how Caroline always thought the best of everyone.

“She said that the only reason I collared Bec—though she referred to her as a bitch instead of by name—was so she wouldn’t run off.”

“What?” Caroline’s eyes opened wide.

“She said more,” Bec whispered softly, looking at the floor. “Trudy, the woman at the salon, told her to leave Oliver alone because he was happy. Gretchen said that if he were really happy, he’d bring me by the club. Then she said that I am just a toy, and he’s probably embarrassed being seen with me.” Bec’s voice broke. “She said he’ll get bored of me and then go back to her—a member of his
own
kind.”

It was quiet for a moment
, and I was about to say something when Caroline exclaimed. “That bitch!”

I couldn’t help but laugh, as did everyone else.

“Sweetie, you
are
one of us. You and Oliver are mated. You belong with him, with us.”

“Caroline is right. You are part of this family. I’m sure Oliver has assured you that what she said can’t be further from the truth, but if there is ever anything we can do, our door is always open to you.”

She hugged Caroline again, and then Gabriel while my mother hugged me. “Alright, I need to get her home. See you all Wednesday.”

“See you tomorrow,” Shane said, reminding me of work. “Or are you two retiring already?”

I groaned at the thought, but at least Bec and I would be together. It really would depend on if I could tear myself away from her long enough to let her get dressed again. “We’ll see,” I said with a smile as I ushered my girl out the door, hoping the drive home went quickly so I could get her in bed as soon as possible.

butterfly

It hadn’t even been a week since I’d gone to work. Nothing really changed, but everything was different. First of all, Oliver and I drove in together; we walked into the building together, too.

He stood several feet from me as we waited for the elevator, and I looked at him curiously. He hadn’t touched me once since we’d left the car, which was the longest we had gone without physical contact since he’d revealed himself to me. When the elevator chimed we stepped in, finding ourselves alone in the car.

I took a breath and asked him what was on his mind. “You haven’t touched me since we got here. Is something wrong?”

“No, nothing is wrong. It’s hard to keep my hands off of you, but as much as I control the playroom and set the pace in the bedroom, we are at work. I wasn’t sure if you’d like our relationship made public or not, so what you decide to tell people, if anything, is up to you.”

I smiled up at him, but the look he gave me in return was pure lust. “Like I said, this is at work, but at home…you are all mine. And this,” he growled, squeezing my ass, “is going to get spanked tonight for wearing such a sexy outfit and driving me out of my mind today.” I gasped. “Don’t think I forgot about training that little asshole to take my cock, either. Maybe…just maybe, we’ll start tonight.”

I knew my mouth was hanging open when the elevator doors opened to our floor. He strode away from me, leaving me standing there practically paralyzed. The closing of the elevator doors was the only thing that snapped me out of it, and I quickly pressed the button to reopen them before I ended up on another floor.

“
Geez, Bec! Rough weekend?” Candy asked, walking up to me. “I mean, it’s really not that hard. Get in, press button, get out.”

Fuck her. I didn’t say it, but I wanted to. Instead, I put on my, ‘why don’t you go eat shit smile’ and responded to her question. “No, it wasn’t a rough weekend. I just didn’t get much sleep.”

“Yeah, Shane said you took some personal time Thursday and Friday. Was there like some sort of wizard convention or vampire thing? I know how much you like to read.”

You know, she was right; I did like to read. I even liked the books that she was referring to, but she made it sound like that was all my life was about. Oliver had said it was up to me how much I disclosed, so I decided to give her just a little taste. “Actually, I was with a guy. We stayed in.”

I turned and walked away, but she was right behind me. “Wait…a guy? As in a
guy
guy?” What the fuck other kind was there? “Like, not a relative?” Oh, apparently that was the other kind. What a fucking bitch. I almost turned around and told her it was the guy she’d been trying to land, and that he was even more amazing in bed than she could have ever imagined, but the presence of Shane stopped me.

“Hey, Bec,” Shane said, walking up to Candy and me. “You forgot your jacket at the house yesterday. And by the way, that dress you were wearing was smokin’.”

“Thanks,” I said, taking the jacket. “I really enjoyed breakfast.”

I hadn’t realized how the conversation must have sounded until I turned to see Candy standing there, mouth agape, looking between the two of us.

“Oh. My. Gawd!” Shane looked at her in confusion. “You’re with Shane?”

“Well, she was yesterday,” he laughed, “and you’re still coming out on Wednesday, right? I can’t even imagine how fucking hot you’re going to look. Better not let Oliver hear me, though. He’s so overprotective.” He chuckled and walked away. I knew Candy was confused and I loved it. Before she could ask any more questions, I left her standing there without another word.

I went to my desk to grab a few files of drawings and headed to the conference room. What I saw through the glass made me want to smash it. I’d never been a jealous woman, but the sight of Candy, clearly flirting with my man—my mate—was almost too much to handle. I felt my mark burning and heard a growl erupt from my throat.

“Easy, Tiger,” Shane said, coming up behind me. “Guess you’re a bit more like us than I thought.”

“I want to kill her. Like, not figuratively, either. I
literally
want to kill her.”

“I know. Just…well...he’s yours, go claim him.”

An image of me pissing on him flashed in my mind and I couldn’t help bursting into laughter. It was enough to dissipate the rage I had felt, and I entered the room with a smile. Ignoring Candy completely, I walked up to Oliver and gave him a kiss right on the lips.

“Missed you,” I said with a grin as I pulled back.

“Fuck, I missed you, too,” he said with a groan.

“I wish we could have spent the day in bed together again.”

“Really? Baby, we can go back home right now.”

“Are you? I mean…” Candy stammered. “You two?”

“Love of my life,” Oliver said, squeezing my hand and then turning to me. “So what do you say? Stay and work? Or go home and play?”

As much as I wanted to go home and enjoy him, I really wanted to finish this project. “Let’s stay, but uh, maybe we can take a long lunch?”

“Mmmmhmmm,” he said, rubbing circles on the back of my hand, never looking away. “I know exactly what I want to
eat
.”

“Fuck this,” Shane said, laughing and taking his phone out of his pocket. “Hey, Sexy. I need you for lunch. Can you come up now? Maybe we can get this done early.”

Candy looked confused but I didn’t care. I loved being open with Oliver. She was probably even more lost when Sydney showed up.

“Miss Preston,” Candy said, jumping to her feet. “What a nice surprise.”

Sydney looked at her with a look that was a cross between, ‘what the fuck are you talking about,’ and ‘I don’t really give a shit
what
you’re talking about.’

“Baby, I missed you.” Shane pulled Sydney into his arms and gave her an
earth-shattering kiss. When they finally came up for air, she turned to me. “Oh, hey Bec! You look great.” Her eyes moved to my wrist. “Is that my grandmother’s bracelet?”

I nodded. “Your mom gave it to me yesterday.”

“Am I in the Twilight Zone?” Candy shook her head. “You all know each other? You know her mom?”

“Well, it’s Oliver’s mom, too.” Candy’s brows furrowed. “Oh that’s right, you didn’t know Oliver and Sydney were brother and sister.” The look of confusion on her face was hysterical
, and I was enjoying toying with her far too much.

“Wait, I thought Oliver and Shane were brothers.” She looked at Shane and Sydney—who had just put on a
very
public display of affection—with disgust.

“Shane is my brother-in-law,” Oliver laughed. “Sydney’s wife.”

“I am
so
confused,” Candy said, shaking her head.

“Let me make it simple,” I said with a smirk. “Shane and Sydney are married. Sydney and Oliver are brother and sister.” Candy nodded. “And Oliver and I are a couple who are very much in love and committed to each other. In fact, we spent the last four days together and only left his apartment when absolutely necessary.”

“I uh…ok, I get it.”

Candy seemed like she was in shock, and for a good part of the morning she kept her crude comments to herself, but just before lunch, when we found ourselves in the conference room alone together, she started in again.

“Listen, I don’t mean to be rude, but when you said that you and Oliver were in his apartment and only left once, did you mean that the two of you were…you know, hooking up?”

I was irritated at the fact that she found it so hard to believe he would find me attractive.

I sighed. “Yes, Candy. We were
hooking up
. Honestly, he’s an incredible lover. I couldn’t count the number of orgasms he’s given me in the past few days, let alone the month. You’d made a comment about his long fingers a while back. Yes, they are incredible and do things to me that I didn’t even know were possible. Simply put, Oliver is an amazing lay.”

“Why thank you.”

Oliver’s voice behind me made the color flood to my cheeks. “You’re pretty amazing yourself,” he said, spinning me around and pulling me into his arms. “In fact, I’m positive you’re the best I’ve ever had.” He kissed me hard and, pulling back, rested his forehead on mine. “Fuck, I can’t wait until lunch. The things I plan to do to you.”

“Oh, God,” Candy said. “That’s so hot.” She stared at us in awe.

“Looks like an early lunch,” Shane said from the doorway of the conference room where Sydney stood behind him. “Come on, Baby, let’s go.”

The four of us headed toward the elevator. “Are we going to lunch together?” Oliver and I weren’t really going to lunch and I was pretty sure Shane knew that.

“Fuck no!” Oliver said. “You know I don’t share.”

“Until Wednesday.”

“I’m not going to share her on Wednesday, either.”

“I’m just teasing, Bro. Though I can’t wait to see the two of you there. Her more than you.”

“Come on, butterfly. I’m starving.”

“Enjoy,” Sydney smirked as we stepped into the elevator.

I thought the look Oliver had given me earlier was that of lust, but when the doors closed and he turned to me, my knees went weak. I knew lunch would be more than an hour.

Master

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 Bec 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! Master!” 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. Bec froze and I instinctively stood in front of her.

“I can smell her from down the hall, Oliver. Please come out. I don’t want to have to move. Besides, if Sydney 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. Bec and Sydney had gone off a few times together, and it was nice to see them building a friendship.

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

“Can I talk to you for a minute?”

“Sure,” I answered calmly, though her tone made me nervous.

“I was talking to Bec about Verde tomorrow night. I hope I’m not overstepping, but she’s really nervous. Please tell me you have all the details worked out.”

“Details?”

She rolled her eyes and put her hand on her hip. It was times like this that I wondered how she was even a submissive. “Yeah, details. Like…do you know what she’s going to wear? She’s nervous you will have her nude and she doesn’t feel like her body is as good as the other Bocaj women.”

I started to say something but Sydney kept talking. “It doesn’t matter that it is, it’s how she feels. And are you going to leash her? As your mate, you shouldn’t have to, but if you don’t will she feel safe?”

Shit. Sydney had some valid points.

“And scening. Are you going to fuck her in front of everyone? Because if you do, I’m not sure she’s ready for that. If you don’t, though, she might feel rejected.”

“Damn it, Sydney. What the fuck? Maybe we shouldn’t go.”

“I didn’t say that! Just think it through and maybe prepare her, is all. And it’s just a suggestion. You’re the Dom.”

It sure felt like Sydney was the Domme at that moment, but as pissed as I was at her intrusion, she was right. She’d been a Domme for a long time, and I guess knowing how to care for a submissive didn’t just go away.

As Bec approached, ready to head home for the day, I formulated a plan.

The moment the elevator doors closed, I spoke. “On your knees.”

Without hesitation, she dropped onto the carpet of the small car. “We are finished with work, little one, and I would like for you to serve me as my submissive. I have an errand to run and I’d like to take my butterfly. You will not speak unless given permission, you will not move unless directed, and your eyes will be downcast at all times. Do you understand, butterfly? Speak.”

“Yes, Master,” she whispered reverently.

“Rise.”

She stood next to me, but unlike a moment ago where her posture had been relaxed, she stood there with a straight spine, shoulders back, and her eyes on the floor. She looked amazing.

Instead of walking toward the exit when we reached the lobby, I took her by the elbow and guided her to the ladies room. She’d worn a white camisole with a navy blue skirt and blazer to work. While it was fine for a professional environment, it wasn’t suitable for where we were going on our way home.

“You will go inside and remove your bra and panties.” She was already wearing thigh-highs, as I couldn’t stand the idea of her wearing pantyhose and covering her pussy with something so hard to get into.

She returned a few minutes later, her cheeks pink. Her blazer was still on, so it hid what I knew would be very visible through the practically sheer fabric of her camisole.

I didn’t press it because, technically, we were still at work. At the car, I held the door as she got in. She was silent on the ride, and didn’t say a word as I pulled into the parking lot of a gray building simply marked
Playroom Supplies
.

I got out of the car and opened her door. “Remove the jacket,” I commanded, and immediately, she slid it off and stepped out of the car. Not only could I see her erect nipples through the white fabric, I could make out the faint color change of her areolas. Reaching in and opening the glove box, I pulled out a knife. I took it and sliced up the seam of her skirt, then turned the blade and began cutting off the bottom six inches of material. The garment, which had come to just above her knees, now didn’t quite reach the top of her thigh highs. She shivered, and I knew it wasn’t from cold.

When we entered the shop she had her eyes on the floor. I hid my smirk when I saw them widen like saucers from what little she could see. Whips, floggers, and paddles lined the walls. There were cages and furniture, as well as fucking machines. I walked her past all of that to the racks of clothing.

“Oliver, what brings you in this afternoon?”

“Hey, Tom. I’m shopping for an outfit for my butterfly.”

It was the first time I’d spoken about her to another person while she was there.

“Do you have something specific in mind?”

“Sexy, but not too revealing.”

“Let me show you a few things that just came in today.” He brought out a few outfits, all sexy, all beautiful. It made me proud that my butterfly never moved and never looked up.

I knew it the moment I saw it—the outfit for her. It was sexy and bold, yet delicate…like her. It consisted of two pieces. The top was a black leather bra held together by a silver O-ring, and the bottom was a leather thong with silver rivets. Half a dozen delicate silver chains connected the O-ring of the bra to each of the rivets on the thong. It would look perfect with her collar and would clearly show off her mating mark.

I thought of the times I’d taken other submissives to the club; I’d put on the plain black collar with the ring to clip a leash. There was nowhere on her permanent collar to clip a leash, though. Looking back at the outfit, an idea came to me. “Do you have chain that matches this?” I asked Tom, holding up my butterfly’s new outfit.

“I have something similar. We sell it by the inch.”

I smiled. “I’ll take thirty inches.”

As we were checking out, I whispered in my girl’s ear. “Would you like to look around?” She nodded. “Go ahead, little one.”

I watched as her eyes moved about the store, growing wide every so often as she’d see different items.

Her vision was excellent from all of the come she’d consumed at lunch, and she could likely see the images and read the descriptions on any of the packages.

When her gaze landed on the selection of anal plugs and vibrators, she gasped. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten. I will claim all of you as mine.”

Her heartbeat, which had been low, picked up slightly and I could easily smell the arousal that began to leak from her center. The fact that she was wearing a very short skirt and no panties only aided in distributing the aroma.

“Tell me, my naughty little girl, you want me to fuck that ass, don’t you?”

A strangled moan came from deep within her, but she nodded her head, confirming what I already knew.

I glanced over at Tom, who had gone to cut the chain. Sliding my hand up her inner thigh, my finger grazed her soaking wet pussy and came to a stop on her puckered hole. “Maybe I should ask Tom for the use of his back room and just take you right here.”

I pressed my finger against her entrance and she tensed up. “Oh, little one…you will have to learn to relax. Now, which of these should I get to stretch out this pretty little hole?” I removed my hand and straightened her skirt as Tom walked up to us.

“Will there be anything else?” He handed me a bag with the chain and outfit in it.

“How do you think this will look in my butterfly’s ass?” Stepping forward, I took a jeweled anal plug from the shelf. I heard a sharp intake of breath but didn’t acknowledge it.

“I bet she’d look beautiful with that stretching her tight little hole.”

“I do, too. I’ll take it.”

Dropping it in the bag, I then handed him a few hundred dollar bills in exchange for my purchases.

On the drive back to the penthouse her aroma saturated the car. That, combined with the thought of her in the leather with the plug in her ass, had me rock hard and ready to explode.

We were only a few minutes from home, but I didn’t want to wait. I wasn’t even sure if I
could
wait.

I glanced over at her. Her back was straight and her breasts pressed against the thin fabric of her top, allowing me to see her erect nipples. When my eyes traveled down to her milky white thighs, I groaned.

“Show me your pussy.”

She looked at me in shock. We were in the car in traffic, and the sun wasn’t anywhere close to setting. There was a chance someone would see her, but she was an exhibitionist and I knew it. “Pull up your skirt and show me now.”

She looked around again, but wiggled the skirt so it was around her waist like a belt. “Spread those thighs and show me my pussy.”

“Yes, Master,” she moaned, spreading her legs wide.

“Look how wet you are. Such a little slut. Tell me, my slut, what was it that got you wet? Was it the thought of wearing the new outfit? Maybe it was knowing that I plan to fuck your ass. Or it might have been the thought of me sliding in that pretty little plug and showing your ass to Tom.”

Fluid gushed from her body and trickled onto the leather seat. “Touch yourself. Come for me.”

Her fingers moved to her swollen lips. Moments later she was finger fucking herself and rubbing her clit. “Come.”

She screamed in pleasure as liquid from her pussy coated her fingers.

“Good girl. Now, come help me with my problem.”

I’d removed my cock from my pants and was stroking it.

“How may I help you, Master?”

“Open,” was all I said as I wound hand in her hair and pressed her head onto my lap.

I’ll admit that I took a few laps around the block before pulling into the parking garage. I was thrilled to see it was empty so I could recline the seat slightly, sit back, and just enjoy.

After I’d come down her throat, I lifted her head off of me and pulled her into my lap. “You served me well, butterfly. Now it’s time to go upstairs. We need to go over a few things for tomorrow.”

When we got out of the car, I put her blazer back on her. “You are a little slut, but you’re
my
little slut. I don’t want anyone in our building lusting after your hot body.”

I couldn’t help but notice the smile at my words. It turned out the jacket wasn’t necessary, as we made it from the parking garage to the elevator unnoticed.