Page 40 of Healing Hazel
Foreplay over, I stepped back and began. The steps we took when we made love were but those of a single dance. Wielding a flogger and watching the falls land to caress her flesh as they took steps of a different dance was erotic as hell. Her soft mewls and contented sighs played the score, my murmurs of “beautiful,” “perfection,” “good girl,” and “mine,” provided the lyrics. Time passed as we danced, soft pink stripes turning into deeper shades of mauve and then blooming into red as the falls continued to play until her ass was indeed as red as that cherry.
Stepping forward, I flipped the flogger, holding the falls and slipped the handle between thighs that had begun glistening within minutes of taking our first steps. “Look how wet you are,” I said, sliding the handle along the lips of her sex and withdrawing it to show her the evidence of her arousal.
“Such a good subbie,” I said, running the handle across her lips. “Taste yourself,” I commanded.
Her pupils dilated a bit more at the pure lewdness of the order, but her lips parted and the tip of her tongue came out to trace along the leather of the handle.
I pulled the flogger away and replaced it with my lips, tasting the honey that only she could provide. The mewl she gave was swallowed by me, as was the soft moan of pure need she couldn’t withhold. Pulling back, I asked, “Would you like to come for me, babygirl?”
“Oh, yes, very much so, Master.”
“Well then, open your mouth and hold your flogger while I go fetch your new toy.”
Her mouth opened so fast that I chuckled. “So eager to please.” Once she held the flogger between her teeth again, I returned to the bag and retrieved her next toy. It was time for a little surprise. I was just about to place it when I realized she’d most likely be unable to keep hold of the flogger. Or perhaps bite down so hard it would leave an imprint in the leather. Smiling at the image, I reached up and ordered her to release. With the flogger in one hand, I moved behind her and ran its falls down the length of her spine as I placed the toy against her sex which was dripping like a faucet. With a simple movement of my thumb, her head arched back and her mewl turned into a little shriek of shock as the vibrations of the Hitachi wand hit her clit.
“Oh… oh… oh?—”
“My,” I offered, completing her unfinished cry. “Now, let’s see how long you can hold out before you come.” At herstrangled cry, I grinned, though she couldn’t see me. “You know what? I’m feeling pretty generous tonight, so I’m not even going to require you to seek permission. You just feel free to come whenever you want, as many times as you want. Like I said, I really want to see you come.”
I’d barely made it to the end of my little speech before her arse cheeks tensed, her legs stiffened and her head thrashed before she exploded. Watching her come was a sight I’d never grow tired of witnessing. In fact, I loved it so much, I didn’t even bother to shift the vibrator away from her core. I was going to draw every single spasm from her before I was satisfied.
I could practically see the spring inside her starting to coil again before she’d had a chance to recover from the first climax. I tucked the flogger’s handle into my back pocket and then ran my fingertips along her vulva, the slickness making every glide as easy and smooth as a hot knife through butter. When I saw her muscles begin to tighten, I grinned and waited another moment and with her first indrawn breath, I thrust two fingers deep into her and pumped them hard and fast.
“Fuck!” she screamed, her body actually bowing a bit, her cuffs assuring she’d not fall.
“Naughty girl,” I said as she came down, sliding my fingers free I pulled the Hitachi wand away and moved so she could see me again. The fingers I’d fucked her with made their way to my mouth. Hers opened in shock as I made a big show of sucking and then withdrawing and taking long, languid licks along each one. Her little mewl sounded almost like torment, but the girl had just enjoyed two orgasms. It was time for her Dom to play a game.
“You taste like honey, babygirl. Which reminds me, I do believe I mentioned a certain little rosebud that I needed to examine. Do you remember?”
Her nostrils flared and her cheeks pinkened, but she nodded and when I arched my brow, she gave a ragged, “Ye-yes, M-master.”
“What a good girl you are.” I kissed her shoulder. “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”
“Hurry,” she said.
“Just going to get your new toy.”
Her head turned back at that and I shook my finger. “Naughty, it’s not nice to peek. Eyes forward.”
She turned her head back and I gave her arse a little pop of my palm as I stepped away. Once at my bag, I found the two items I’d recently purchased. I pulled one out of its bag and then returned to her.
“Now, where were we? Oh, right, about to play a little game. Tell me, Zellie, can you say ‘peek-a-boo’?”
“Oh my god,” she said with a groan.
“Sorry,Guess Whois not the game we’re playing,” I said, reaching up to smack her arse cheek. “Try again?”
“Peek-a-boo,” she said, but the giggle she gave at the end told me she wasn’t all that embarrassed.
“Or I suppose we could play,I Spy.”
“I’m gonna tell Master Derek you’re a very naughty man,” Hazel said.
I just chuckled. “Babygirl, I’m pretty sure Master Derek had a hand in the definition of a very naughty man. And if I’m anywhere near as good at it as he is, then I consider that a very high honor indeed.”
She groaned and her shoulders shook with laughter. I couldn’t recall ever doing a scene with any submissive where she actually laughed and I found it utterly delightful.
I also found it delightful when she gave a full body shudder as I ran my fingertips over her arse and then dipped them into the cleft. “Ready?”
