Page 38 of Healing Hazel
“He means a St. Andrew’s Cross,” Hazel cut in. “Can you check for us, Luna?”
Luna looked at Hazel then at me and with my nod, she said, “Certainly, I’ll be right back.”
Once she’d walked away, I captured Hazel’s chin with my fingers and tilted her head back. “Are you absolutely sure?”
“I’ve never been surer than anything in my life. Mira taught me you can’t ever truly erase the past, but that doesn’t mean you have to let it consume you. Tonight is about obliterating the last vestiges of that night. Tonight is about us going forward. I want you to claim me, to mark me as yours. Please, Nigel, do that for me… for us.”
I slipped my hand from her chin to the nape of her neck and lowered my mouth to whisper against hers. “It will be my honor, and, from this moment forward, it’s Master.”
Her lips curled against mine. “Yes, Master.”
Luna returned and her smile told me that fate was indeed on our side tonight. “Whenever you’re ready, Sir.” She gestured to the large wooden ‘X’.
“Thank you.” I began to walk in that direction, my hand still on Hazel’s neck, guiding her.
“You’re welcome and have fun!”
Hazel actually lifted an arm to wave over her shoulder. “We will!”
God, you had to give the woman credit. She wasn’t only beautiful, she was just plain incredible.
Dominants held a great deal of power and yet none at all. Once we reached the space, I guided her to stand in front of me. “We’ve gone over our files together. We’ve played and I’ve spanked and even paddled your arse before. But in here, in the Dungeon, the stage is different. So tonight, you’re going to have to be completely honest with me. If you so much as feel a twitch of unease, you say ‘Kali’. I don’t care if it’s just because your nose is itching or you need to pee. You say it. The only reason I’d ever be upset is if youdon’tsay it when you need to. Is that crystal clear?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“No! Not ‘sir,’ at least not tonight. Master is fine, okay?” The memory of her telling us that “Sir” was what she’d used to address her abuser was too fresh in my mind. I could not stand the thought of anything I did evoking the trauma she’d undergone at his hands.
Her smile was the sweetest thing I’d ever seen and the understanding in her eyes was the balm my soul needed. “Yes, Master, it’s perfectly okay.”
“Thank you, babygirl.”
“You’re welcome.” She smiled but this time it looked a trifle wicked. “So, does this mean it’s time to get naked?”
Never let it be said that warriors don’t know when to follow just as much as they know when to fight. She was being diplomatic about it, but she was definitely telling me to stop being a big baby and take charge.
“It is, dress off.”
She reached down and took the hem and pulled the dress off and my breath hitched. She’d chosen to wear a set of black lingerie that emphasized the paleness of her skin as well as the fullness of her breasts. When she grinned and then turned to layher dress on the loveseat that was available for after we were done playing, my cock rose to salute the beautiful picture she made. The globes of her arse were bare, the black satin ribbon of her thong disappearing into the cleft of her buttocks.
She swiveled around and tilted her head. “Undies too?”
“Undies?”
She laughed. “On or off, Master?”
“Off, definitely off,” I said, ignoring my little head in favor of the one on my shoulders. “Leave the heels. Those are sexy as sin.”
“Yes, Master.” If she’d shown the least bit of reluctance, I’d have known she was trying to fake it till she made it. But she didn’t so much as hesitate. Within seconds, her lingerie had joined her dress and she returned to stand before me, feet slightly apart, arms at her sides, presenting herself to me like the gift she was.
“You’re gorgeous,” I said.
“Thank you, Master.”
Finally, I pulled my head out of my arse or the clouds or wherever it had been. “Such a pale little arse. Let’s see if we can turn it as red as that cherry on your milkshake, shall we?”
She laughed and then nodded.
I squatted to open my toy bag and could feel her gaze on me as I rummaged inside. I forced myself not to hesitate as I pulled out the cuffs. We’d used them before, but not like they’d be used tonight. “Hands.”
