Page 41 of Healing Hazel
“I-I…”
“Rhetorical question, babygirl,” I teased and then pulled the globes apart. “Peek-a-boo! I spy with my little eye, the prettiest little rose in my honeybee’s garden.”
She mumbled but not “yellow” or “Kali”. Nope, the minx said, “You’re certifiable, you know.”
I laughed, running my thumbnail around the puckered rim of her anus. “I can certify that you’ve got the sweetest little arsehole, and I can most definitely certify that training it to open its petals begins right now.”
Her head fell forward again, her cheeks turned pink and yet a simple glance told me she was smiling. The smile did slip a bit once I drizzled a good size dollop of cold lube against the heated skin, but I took care of that by warming it up with my fingertips. I’d just begun to sink a finger into her arse when her body shuddered as she came for a third time.
“Well, color me surprised. Seems like my girl is anal erotic. You know what that means, don’t you?” I asked after she’d stopped twitching from the climax.
“N-no-nooo,” she managed.
I leaned forward again, not bothering to stop my invasion into her ass, my finger sinking to the hilt as I spoke into her ear again. “It means that your Master is going to plant his staff into your little rose garden quite often, and every time you try to pretend you don’t like it, we’ll both know that’s a little fib, won’t we, babygirl?”
This time her words were nothing but gibberish, but her body spoke for her, the flush having spread all over her body, millions of goosebumps covering her flesh. “Ready for the finale?” I asked softly, flicking the tip of my tongue against her ear.
Her groan was all I needed to know she was indeed ready. Or at leastthoughtshe was. I kissed her cheek, then sat back and inserted a second finger, cherishing every groan and muffledmoan. Enjoyed every yip when I began to scissor my fingers to encourage her body to open to me, and once it had, I slipped my fingers free and picked up the final item I’d chosen.
“I’m going to want a fourth,” I informed her as I applied lube to the last of tonight’s toys.
“I-I can’t.”
“Oh, I beg to differ”—I tsked a few times—“I say not only that youcan, but you will.” With that, I once again pressed the Hitachi against her clit. I knew the exact moment it hit the right spot because Hazel’s head came back and she gave the most beautiful, mournful moan.
“Sing to me, babygirl,” I encouraged as I warmed it between my palms. I didn’t mind the fact that she’d most likely shriek a bit with its insertion, but there was no need to shock her system by introducing a cold item into a place that was extremely warm. Once it was ready, I placed the tip against her rosebud.
“Take a breath and push against me,” I said and though it took her a second, she obeyed, the slight assistance helping me to insert the plug just a bit. I didn’t force it in, I played with her. Pressing in a bit further each time after withdrawing it until her hips were shifting and her arousal was pooling on the floor beneath her. When I was sure she was ever so close, I pressed the wand harder against her clit at the same time I pushed the plug home and watched as my submissive flew without benefit of wings. Her scream of pure bliss echoed around the room as her entire body contracted and released, spasms rocking through her for several minutes, every single one of which I’d replay and treasure for the rest of my life.
When she fell limp, I bent forward and kissed the center of each of her buttocks and placed a kiss on the flange of the plug. I knew she’d both be embarrassed and secretly pleased that the plug I’d chosen was a red rose bud, exactly like the one holding the plug in place. I kissed the nape of her neck and then took anip of one of my favorite spots on her body, her ear lobe before speaking into it. “You’re incredible, babygirl.”
I turned at a new sound and found a circle of people had gathered to watch the scene, their smiles and their clapping attesting to the fact they enjoyed it immensely. Luna was smiling ear to ear and stepped forward with bottles of water, a bar of chocolate and most importantly a warmed blanket. As soon as I released the restraints, I scooped Hazel into my arms and carried her to the loveseat, taking a seat and settling her on my lap.
“Hazel, you were amazing. That was really beautiful to watch, Master Nigel.”
“She was,” I agreed, looking down at Hazel who was so sated she had a beatific look on her face, her lips curled into a smile.
While Luna took care of cleaning the floor, I took care of Hazel. When she slowly came back to me, I uncapped the bottle and held it to her lips, helping her to take small sips until she pushed my hand away. I knew she was truly back when she made a gimmee motion with her fingers and said, “Chocolate!”
I chuckled but fed her one small rectangle at a time until she shook her head. “No more, Master.”
Still I didn’t rush her, simply held her as others played around us, wondering how anyone could ever think there was something wrong about what we did with those we loved. Love could never be wrong when it was safe, sane, and consensual. I ate a piece of the chocolate myself and chuckled.
“What’s funny?” Hazel asked, now fully aware.
“I was just wondering how anyone on this planet could actually prefer vanilla.”
She laughed. “Exactly what I started asking years ago.” She bent forward to kiss me softly. “Thank you for proving that girl was right all along. That was incredible and so were you.”
“Only because I have the most incredible submissive in the universe and?—”
The gurgle was loud and cause me to stop mid-word. She slapped her hand over her belly and I laughed. “And someone worked up an appetite. How about a hamburger and this time you might actually even finish a shake.”
“Are you gonna make fun of my macaroni and cheese?”
“Nope, Sadie informed me that was basically sacrilegious, but if you start dropping your tots into your shake, I can’t promise anything.”
“Eww, that’s kinda gross.”
