Page 23 of Healing Hazel
Chapter Eleven
Nigel
I thought I’d loved Hazel before today, but now it felt as if that love was expanding to encompass my every breath. The hollowing of her cheeks with each suckle had me entranced at the pure beauty of the gift she was extending. A gift that had nothing to do with the fact she currently had my dick in her mouth. That was glorious, mind you, but looking into the green depths of her eyes and seeing unquestioning trust that I’d keep her safe while she was incapable of speech, was a gift I’d work the rest of my life trying to become worthy of.
Her fingers held mine, not tightly, but with a grasp that told me she knew they were yet another connection we were sharing. I stroked a finger along her cheek, watching the blush bloom when I traced over the bulge of my cock beneath her flesh. I didn’t push my hips forward, didn’t grip her hair to pull her to me. I simply savored every stroke of her tongue over my shaft and every waft of her breath against my chest as it traveled from her body up mine.
I trailed my fingertip over her lips that were stretched wide, collecting a bit of the spittle she couldn’t contain, Her eyes widened as her gaze froze on my finger as I lifted it to my mouthand kissed it before reaching back and unerringly finding the turgid bud of her nipple. Her entire body jerked at the sensation and the softest mewl that escaped her told of her arousal.
My finger circled her nipple, my lips parting almost reflexively with the need to close around the nipple’s twin. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” I murmured softly. “God, I don’t deserve you, but I’m so honored you’ve chosen me.” My hand moved again to return to cup her cheek. “Release.”
The mewl came again, this time sounding plaintive and given with the softest shake of her head.
I chuckled and traced my finger along her jaw again. “Babygirl, I want to be inside you.”
Still she hesitated for a moment which made my heart swell at the thought that she wanted to continue what she was doing even while her body warred with the desire to be filled in yet a different place.
“Or we can start practicing different positions you’ll be taking in order to get your pretty little arse reddened for not obeying your Master’s orders. Your choice, Zellie.”
Well, fuck me.
The only thing that caused was another mewl to sound and had me watching as that possibility warred with the other two. I chuckled and wrapped my hand around my dick. “Babygirl, we have a lifetime to do anything and everything you’ve ever dreamed of. But for now, I really need to be buried as deep inside you as I can get.”
Her brow furrowed for a brief instant and then her lips parted, allowing me to slide free.
“Good girl,” I said, pulling my hips back and then, once my dick was free, and I might add, protesting its removal from the haven of her mouth, I bent to kiss her before using the hand clasped with mine to pull her up as I sat back. It wasn’t what she expected as her slight squeal announced, but when I slipped myhands under her ass and then settled her above me, her blush bloomed brighter as my intention became clear.
“May I sit on your cock, Master?”
“Why, how politely you ask, Miss Waltman. Yes, you most certainly may,” I said and kept my hands on her, but gave over the control to her so she could adjust herself as well as wrap her fingers around the dick she’d just been suckling. I was completely shocked when she suddenly bent down and brushed her lips across the crown.
“I’ll be back,” she promised and then straightened and guided my erection to the threshold of what I already knew was paradise. Her eyes met mine, her lips curled into a smile that promised bliss as she ever so slowly began to sink down onto me.
It was my turn to mewl though mine resembled far more of a growl of a bear than the mewl of a kitten. It took only a few moments but felt like a lifetime until the soft globes of her buttocks settled on the hardness of my thighs. Her pupils dilated as she was filled to a point that bordered between pain and pleasure. I was completely satisfied in simply watching her watching me.
And then she began to move.
Small movements of a dance only she knew the steps to take. Each one brought additional pleasure. Every slide as her body lifted off mine caused a spasm of pleasure to shoot through me. Each time she sank down again, the muscles of her sex clutching to hold me tighter was like an electric shock of pure ecstasy. And when she bent forward and the tip of her tongue came out to lick up my chest, I almost lost it. My hands found her breasts, my fingers and thumbs closing around nipples as hard as diamonds, her thighs twitching as they tightened, her mewls and my growls mingling to provide the lyrics of a song we were writing with each movement, every touch, swipe of a tongue, slide of flesh on flesh. Hair that had been held tidily when she’d enteredthe room, was now mostly free of its scrunchie, chestnut curls sweeping across my flesh as she continued to move, to lick, to nibble, to tease. Those curls swayed as she threw her head back to moan when the hold I had on her nipples increased.
“Yes, oh, yes, please, Master,” she said. The words conveying so much more than her pleasure. They were permission granted to add that bite of pain to the pleasure, to give the submissive she’d held inside a memory of what she’d once enjoyed yet had denied herself for far too long.
“Soon I’m going to clamp these nipples,” I said as I gave them a bit of a twist. “I’ll run a chain between them and down your body,” I continued as I added a pull to the twist that had her pussy convulsing and her back arching. “Then I’ll connect that chain with the clamp on your clit. Then I’ll edge you until you are begging for permission to come. Because, babygirl, you are never to come without permission from your Master. Isn’t that right?” When she remained lost in the pleasure I released one nipple and reached around and slapped her ass. That jolt instantly brought her attention back where it belonged.
“Yes, Master, may I have permission?”
“Now?” I clarified.
“Yes, yes, please!”
“No,” I said.
“Wha… why?”
Her whine was too fucking adorable. I slid my hand back to once again capture her nipple. “Because I’m still playing and you’re still riding. We will come together, is that clear?”
“Yes… yes… Sir,” she managed though each word as clipped as she was so close to the edge it was taking everything she had not to come.
I loved seeing her like this. So ready and so fucking beautiful it took my breath away. “Come before you get permission and your arse is mine, Zellie.” There was so much more I wanted tosay, words that I knew would one day be welcome. Dirty words that would drive her need even higher and make her fly, but it wasn’t yet time to utter them. We had made love before, yes, but this right now was the first time we’d made love as Master and submissive.
