Page 11 of Never Nix Up

“Okay, and I’m a Domme, so that sounds like a combination that might work.”

Thatmightwork? The idea of Finn taking charge has my knees feeling all wobbly. Yes it might fucking work.

“And it sounds like you’d rather I’d lead the scene?”

“Yes please.” My voice is quiet again, but there’s a note in it that I’ve never heard before. Finn curses and runs her hand through her hair.

“I swear, all the magical shit in the world could happen right now, and I wouldn’t give a damn Hazel. Not when you’re standing there looking at me like that.”

I don’t know how I’m looking at her, what I’m doing, but when she roughly kisses me, her hands cupping my face, I decide that I should definitely do more of it.

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Finn

Hazel is a newbie kinksters, I can tell, and that means that I should slow down. I should be slowing down. But it’s hard to do that when she kisses me as if I’m oxygen and she’s starved of air. We stumble into the bakery and up the stairs, and I’m going to need to pause, to take stock of what it is she wants.

“Hazel,” I finally gasp out.

“Yes?” She’s not a protocol girl, I don’t think, and that’s good. I’d rather hear my name on her lips that Sir or Ma’am or some other honorific.

“We need to talk.”

The change in her is instantaneous, and I kiss her again, reassuring her through the touch of my lips. “Not like that. Never like that.”

“Okay…” The word is drawn out and she looks unsure. Nervous.

“I just need to know what’s on the table for tonight.”

“All of it!” she says brightly, and damn if her enthusiasm doesn’t have me chomping at the bit.

“Not all of it, not tonight. Tonight we pick a few things to begin with. Because it’s our first time and I want to learn you.”

Hazel’s eyelids flutter at that. “You want to learn me?” Her curiosity is tentative.

“Yes.” I sit down on the couch, and tap the space next to me. “We can’t do everything, because I don’t know how you react to anything other than kisses. And I want to learn, so that I can make you feel good. I want to learn the way you respond when I kiss between your legs, when I take your nipple in my mouth. Whether you moan or squeal when I tease you.”

I’m getting myself worked up now, and I have to clear my throat to get me back on track.

“I can see that, but there are so many things I’ve never done. I wouldn’t know where to start.”

I think back to the bakery earlier, and remember how her entire body relaxed when I helped her through the breathing exercise. “How about we start simple. Sensual. Maybe you wear a blindfold and let me touch and kiss you all over?”

She nods, her eyes widening. “That. I want that.”

I’m struck by a sudden idea, and looking at her face, I think she’d like it. “You’re an artist, how about trying body paint?”

“You want me to paint you?”

“No, baby,” I say, moving closer to her, so that she has to look up to meet my gaze. “I want to paintyou. Have you laid out before me like a canvas that’s longing for my touch.”

Hazel swallows, and she’s into it. She’s really into it. “Yeah, that would be…” She clears her throat. “…that would be okay. I’m up for that.”

Taking her by the hand, I lead her into my bedroom. My flat isn’t huge; like most of the apartments above the Riverside Shops it’s more cosy than luxurious, but it’s still home. I turn on the bedside lamp, and turn and sit on the bed.

“I can’t paint you with your clothes on, Hazel. Would you like to undress for me, or would you like me to unwrap you?”

The pink painting her cheeks is as soft as the colour of her hair. “Can you unwrap me, please?” Her whisper is so quiet I almost don’t hear it. Almost.

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