**Warning: This post is for mature audiences only**
Author: NJ Cole
Title: Midnight Caller
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.
"“Mmmmmm, my Sir. Oh, my Sir,” she mumbled as I licked at her swollen lips languidly. I felt what I could only describe as being drunk, high perhaps, from her juices. She whimpered softly when my tongue touched her clit. I knew she could take a lot more, she’d proven it over and over again, but I didn’t need her to. I felt completely satisfied. I pulled back and stared down at her body. A feeling washed over me, stronger than the euphoria I’d been experiencing. This wasn’t an effect of the liquid sex I’d just consumed. No longer frantic in my need to consume her, I was able to see things clearly. She was mine, and she was perfect. As ridiculous as it sounded—a human woman and a Bocaj—I knew she was perfect for me. And through all the haze, two things came into focus: first, she was mine, and second, I loved her. I loved her. I loved her. I said it to myself over and over as I untied each knot, unwound each length of rope. I loved her. I had no idea how she felt about me, and I supposed it didn’t matter. Humans weren’t capable of feelings to the depth that Bocaj felt. I’d die for her—to protect her. I’d known it for a while; I just hadn’t been able to admit it. But yes, I loved her. I bit back the bitter laughter at the irony that I would finally find a mate after nearly two centuries of walking this Earth, and still not be able to have her. I knew I should be more upset, but the euphoria of tasting her still had me high, and looking at her now unbound body, lying limply before me, brought up such a swell of love that I had a hard time thinking any negative thoughts. “Butterfly,” I said gently, “can you move your legs?” I watched as she stretched them out and attempted to stand. She winced, and I didn’t even let her put her full weight on them before I scooped her into my arms. I took a sheet from a drawer and draped it over her. On the way out of the playroom, I grabbed her clothes and journal. She didn’t question me as I carried her from the penthouse to her apartment, or when I lay her in her bed. She was nearly asleep when I kissed her on the forehead. “Thank you for tonight, my butterfly.” She mumbled a response, but I couldn’t catch what she said. I placed her journal on the end table next to her bed, folded her clothes, and put the keys to her apartment on top of them. I let myself out and headed back to the playroom to clean up and to try to sort out what I’d just discovered. When the elevator doors opened, I really wasn’t all that surprised to see him there."“So now you know. The question is: what are you going to do about it?”
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.