Rebecca Summers enjoys pleasing herself with the curtains open. When a mysterious stranger calls to tell her that he is watching, fantasy becomes reality as she begins to perform for him. Following his instructions over the phone while he watches from afar, she finds herself craving more.
Oliver Durant has always been drawn to humans to exert the dominance and control his kind needs to feel alive. While secretly observing her and calling nightly, he can’t seem to get enough of Rebecca, whom he refers to as butterfly. His urges with her are stronger than the need to dominate, as he is driven to possess her in every way.
Both of their worlds are turned upside down when they finally meet and she agrees to enter into a Dominant/submissive relationship with her Midnight Caller.
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“Tsk, tsk,” I clicked. “You go to work dressed like that, teasing all of your colleagues.”
Her slight smile told me that she knew I was teasing.
“Take off your jacket. You are going to perform for me right now.”
I saw her pulse race as she removed her jacket.
She looked so sexy in her work clothes. I’d sat next to her dressed in similar outfits all week, and my mind had played out a thousand different fantasies.
There she was, standing in front of me, looking like a professional woman, while all along, I knew she was my sexy little girl.
I’d been fantasizing for so long and I couldn’t take it anymore.
I had my pants unbuttoned and hanging loosely open before she’d even begun to move. I knew she was leaving for work. Hell, I had to be there too, but I needed to release the pressure that had been building for the last twelve hours, and I wanted her to be my inspiration.
She stood before me in a grey skirt, blue silk shirt and heels. Fucking high heels. I had no idea who invented them, or why women agreed to wear them, but fuck me, I loved them. All of my subs wore them for me. The higher the better.
“Unbutton your shirt.”
Her hands quickly moved to the buttons, and when it was open, she began to remove it.
“Stop. Don’t remove it, I just want it open. Now, pull those beautiful breasts of yours out of your bra. Don’t take it off. Just show me.”
The sight before me was amazing. The awkwardness of the bra pushed her tits up and together, the nipples partially showing over the cups. I’d ordered plenty of nipple play devices last night, but I hadn’t ordered any outfits that would do that. I’d have to contact Payton later.
I saw goose bumps cover her body and her tremble slightly. Her hand nervously grazed her nipple.
“Is this alright, Sir?” she asked, biting her lip and keeping her eyes trained to the floor. I knew when I’d chosen her that she would be a good submissive, but hell, this was more than I could have ever hoped for.
My hand flew to my cock and squeezed tightly. Oh no, I wasn’t going to blow my load before we even got started, but fuck, she was perfect.
The pain I’d inflicted on my cock was enough to hold off my orgasm. Slowly, I released some of the pressure and began to speak to her again.
“Yes, butterfly. That is good, very good.”
She sighed and smiled a little.
“So tell me, little one, is there anyone at work you are looking so beautiful for?”
“No, Sir,” she answered, and I could tell she was being truthful. She’d turned me down flat when I’d asked her out. In fact, she hadn’t even attempted to flirt with Shane or me all week.
“Good, because you are mine. Now get that hot little ass up on your dining room table.”
Her kitchen was small, just a galley, but in an alcove sat a beautiful, cherry table. She started to slip her shoes off so she could do as I asked. “Oh no, keep your shoes on.”
She put her shoe back on and hopped up onto the table, sitting there with her legs crossed.
“Push your skirt up around your waist and show me your panties.”
She was wearing a dark blue thong, and it didn’t cover much. “Let me see that pussy,” I commanded, my voice gruff.
She started to pull off her panties.
“No, you will keep them on. Pull them aside.” When she did, I had to choke my cock again.
Her pink pussy was already slick and slightly puffy.
“Fuck yourself with your fingers, little girl.”
Her fingers dipped in and out and her breasts heaved, but at this angle, I couldn’t see much.
“Get on all fours, ass facing the window, and keep your shoes on.”
She awkwardly moved to the center of the table and rose to all fours. Her thong, now back in place, was a darker blue from her wetness.
I had her in the perfect position. If I were there, I’d be able to bring us both great pleasure. It could still happen, but she would have to follow orders perfectly. If anyone could do this, it would be my butterfly.
“Remove the candle from the candlestick,” I said in a calm voice.
She hesitated slightly and then took the long candle from the holder. It was a crystal candlestick, long, and cylinder shaped. It was smaller in diameter to some of her toys, but definitely longer. I’d have to make sure she didn’t hurt herself. Her hesitation told me I was pushing her limits.
“What’s the matter, butterfly? Do you think you are too good to use a candlestick to fuck that pussy? That slutty pussy?”
She shook her head.
“Good, then fuck your pussy with it, little one. Show me how much of a dirty girl you are.”
It was like I’d said all the magic words, because her hand flew between her legs and I stifled a groan when the long tapered glass object spread her pussy lips wide. As she moved the cold hard object in and out, she rocked back and forth. It was hot watching her tits sway, but I was afraid for her safety. After all, she was only being held up by one arm.
“Press your breasts to the table,” I ordered.
Instantly, she lowered her body to the table and gasped at the feel of the cool wood on her nipples. This new position made her more stable, and as an added bonus, her ass was higher in the air. She thrust the candlestick in and out, her pussy now dripping, coating her thighs.
“That’s it, babygirl,” I groaned as I moved my hand to her pace.
She whimpered, and I knew she was struggling to hold off her orgasm.
“Does your dirty little pussy like that candlestick?”
“Oh yes!” she wailed.
My cock jumped at her level of vocalness.
“Does that pussy want to come? Do you want to come for me?”
“Please. Oh god. Oh please, Sir.”
She was about to come, whether I let her or not. She’d done everything I’d asked, and with over one hundred years of experience as a Dom, even I was having a hard time holding back, so I decided to have mercy on her.
“Come for me.”
I hadn’t finished speaking before the liquid was spilling from her body. “Oh shit! Oh fuck!
Oh Sir! Oh Sir!” she chanted as she rode out her orgasm.
Somewhere in the middle of her calling out, I allowed my own release, groaning as all the tension left my body in thick streams of liquid.
This is BDSM done so incredibly right! After reading this book, all I can say is "Christian who??" Fifty Shades and The Crossfire series don't even come close to touching this one. Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed both series BUT Midnight Caller is the real deal. The synopsis alone screamed SEXY and had me intrigued. I was hooked from the very first page. I loved the otherworldy factor, mostly b/c I'm a huge fan of all things paranormal, but its not done in a way that would turn anybody off b/c its not realistic enough. The fact that super hot Oliver (a.k.a. Sir) isn't human is a small part of the story, while the steamy play-room sessions with Rebecca (a.k.a. butterfly) take over a majority of the book. There's an awesome story line in there too, so don't go thinking its all bedroom action from start to finish. However, I will say its definitely not for the faint of heart, brace yourselves ladies & gents b/c this is one hell of a ride. I give tons of kudos to NJ Cole for writing such an incredible book that's obviously well researched and right on the mark. I can definitely see myself reading this again (and again) and would wholeheartedly jump on anything else written by this author.
About the Author:
NJ Cole is a witty, mid-western girl with a kinky side. She works by day and writes by night, all while being a mother to her wonderful boys and serving her Sir. Unlike many of today’s authors, she chooses to write in first person, allowing the readers to experience life through the eyes of the unique characters that live in her head. Her love of those characters and respect for their stories come through loud and clear in her writing. With over two million reads of her online work in the past six months, NJ Cole is clearly an up and coming author.