11. Hazelle
Chapter eleven
Hazelle
I was frozen as I stood inside the doorway after Mistress Belle left us. Everything was moving quickly. Only twenty-four hours ago, I was in the auction house being dragged on stage to be sold. Now, I was a treasured pet who had been commanded to help another get ready for a lust-filled night, but I couldn’t move.
How was I supposed to help Elera if I couldn’t force my body to move even a mere inch? I felt my chest rising, but I wasn’t even sure I was blinking.
“Hazelle,” Elera’s voice cut through the fog, but I remained still, staring at the floorboards. “Hazelle, come on. I’m not scary, am I? We will go slow. All I need you to do is undo two buttons on my dress. That’s it.” Her hand landed on my left shoulder, and my head jerked her way, locking me onto her gaze. Her green eyes were filled with sympathy, but there was a hint of want lurking in there.
It terrified me and also sent a buzz of desire through my body. I didn’t have to do anything with anyone else tonight. I was safe. I was safe with her.
“That’s all?” I asked, and although it was only meant to be a clarifying question, it held a slight whine to the tone as if I wanted more. Maybe I did. With Elera, I knew it would go at my pace, and if I didn’t like something, I could speak up without worrying about punishment. She was a safe place, and if I wanted more, that was fine.
I took a deep breath as I watched the corners of her lips turn up into a smile. “If that’s all you want, yes.”
My body hummed with energy, and I threw myself into Elera’s arms, hugging her tightly, thanking her for being so kind to me. I pulled away and stepped around to her back, lifting my hands to her collar and holding it up a smidge so I could reach the buttons to the halter closure of her dress.
The buttons were easily undone, and the silky material fell to her feet with ease.
I gasped and stepped back, staring at Elera’s porcelain skin, her entire backside on display. Elera had been dressed when I had finished showering and joined them in the closet. I didn’t know she had nothing on underneath. My corset top was more than enough for the little I had in the chest department, but I was wearing a pair of lacey, white underwear under my baby blue skirt.
“Oh, I’m sorry, Hazelle. I should have warned you.” Despite her words, Elera made no move to cover herself as she turned around to face me. “I don’t see a point in wearing too much when we go to parties unless My Mistress requests something of me.”
She didn’t move from that spot, letting me work through the thoughts in my head. I didn’t dare glance down, holding her green eyes.
“It’s not your fault. I should have guessed…” I cleared my throat and glanced away, taking a great interest in the bedpost. I shouldn’t feel weird looking at Elera. She wasn’t shying away, and this level of nudity was normal for her.
“Can I kiss you?” she asked, and I whipped my head around to look at her, my eyes wide and jaw dropped.
As soon as I realized what I had done, I removed all emotion from my face and looked down at her feet, an automatic reaction so Oros didn’t punish me for showing my true feelings.
“Hazelle, can I kiss you?” Elera took a step closer, and I closed my eyes. “You can say no, but I don’t think you want to.”
I bit the inside of my cheek to remind myself where I was, that this wasn’t some dream I was in. Elera was real. Oros was gone.
“Yes,” I whispered, standing still.
“Then look at me. I can’t very well kiss you with your head down like that.” Elera laughed, and the tightness that had been growing in my chest dissipated. Her warmth was everything Oros wasn’t, and yet he was still here in my head, wreaking havoc and ruining moments.
I raised my head, letting my eyes roam over her body before meeting her eyes again. Everything about her was small, although she was taller than average. I wanted to be near her and touch her just as much as I wanted Mistress Belle to touch me, and yet they were so different. I didn’t think I could ever choose one of them over the other. I knew what they’d want me to say, and I’d obey, being the good Omega I wanted to be for Mistress Belle, and say I chose her, but inside, I knew the truth.
I belonged to both of them.
Elera stepped forward, leaving a mere inch between us. She leaned forward, not touching any other part of me, then our lips met. Hers were soft and thin, the opposite of Mistress Belle’s, but I loved them just the same.
I pressed into her, closing the gap she had created. Her hand slid into my now short hair, gripping the strands to keep me in place. Her tongue asked for entrance, slicing across my lips, and I opened for her, letting our tongues dance between us.
As her other hand lightly gripped my hip, I slid mine around her, placing one along her lower back and the other between her shoulder blades.
I couldn’t help the moan that grew in my chest as Elera pressed harder against me. She released my lips and planted kisses down my neck and chest, pulling away from my body.
Her lips moved across my sensitive skin as she spoke. “My Mistress wants you first, so I can’t do much to you now, but know that I want to, Hazelle.”
My heart beat loudly against my chest, wanting me to beg her to keep going. This was the first time I was truly enjoying myself besides Mistress Belle’s kisses. I didn’t want to stop.
“But that doesn’t mean we have to stop. There are just limits on what I can do to you.” She stood up straight and smiled down at me. “Simply, nothing below your skirt.” Elera cocked her head. “If you want, I can teach you something My Mistress likes to do to me.”
I hissed in a small breath as panic slipped in. What if I wasn’t good at it? What if I wasn’t good at any of this? I’d only ever been used. I didn’t know how to please anyone. They never taught me or even spoke to me. I was nothing more than an Omega with holes they could use.
“Hazelle,” she said as she cupped my cheeks. “I want to teach you. I don’t expect you to be a master the first time. If only you had seen how much I fumbled at first. You are free to explore and ask questions. I don’t mind at all.”
Honesty shone in her eyes, and I nodded.
“Okay, then I am going to lay on the bed, and you’re going to touch me.” She backed away, dropping her hands, but never released my gaze as the backs of her legs hit the side of the bed and she slid up onto it. “Come here, Hazelle.”
My feet moved of their own accord, and before I knew it, I was climbing onto the bed after her. Elera propped herself up on her elbows and spread her legs so her pussy was in view.
I couldn’t look away, and my movements stalled until Elera said my name again.
“Closer. Give me your hand.” She held out her hand, and I placed mine in hers as I slid forward even more, sitting on my knees between her legs with my back to the door.
Elera sat up and shoved two of my fingers in her mouth, coating them in her spit. My jaw fell open at the feel of her tongue, and I felt the slick forming, wetting my lace underwear, and if I wasn’t careful, I knew there’d be a wet spot on my skirt as well.
Elera bent the rest of my fingers and told me to keep them like that before lowering my hand to her pussy. “Slowly. Work them in and out. You aren’t going to hurt me. Get a feel for it, and use me to learn. Okay? They’ll be back soon anyway, so there’s no pressure, Hazelle.”
I nodded and bit my lip, lining my fingers up with her glistening pussy. I had fingered myself a few times, so I wasn’t going in completely blind, but everyone was different. I knew what I liked to some extent, but what if she hated it?
I took a deep breath, reminding myself that I wouldn’t know unless I tried, and Elera would tell me if I was doing something completely wrong.
Sliding my wet fingers up her pussy, I watched her face relax. I did it a few times to make sure my fingers were fully coated. Plus I enjoyed how calm her face looked as I did it.
I pressed a little harder the next time, and my fingers slid in a little, and Elera moaned. She laid back and spread her legs a little more, and I smiled, knowing I was doing something right, even if it wasn’t a whole lot just yet.
I pumped my fingers in and out, letting the small amount of slick she made coat them. I was mesmerized by the movement and the glistening juices.
Finally, my fingers were all the way in, and I tested what would happen if I spread them and turned my wrist, bent my fingers in all directions, and made a note of the things that made Elera moan or twitch. I took my other hand and rubbed my thumb across her clit, and her back jolted off the bed with a groan. Still, she didn’t correct me or tell me to stop, so I kept going.
I licked my lips, wanting to know what she tasted like. I had heard many people make that comment, and I had always wondered what they meant. I loved the taste of her lips and Mistress Belle’s, but that wasn’t what those Alphas meant.
I scooted back slightly, still remaining on my knees, and leaned forward, letting my tongue slide across her clit a few times. Elera tasted just as she smelled, bergamot and jasmine but with a huskier essence than normal. It swept into my nose and across my taste buds, and I wanted more.
My tongue traveled lower, joining my fingers that were still toying with her insides before sliding across her clit again. I did that on repeat, and Elera seemed to enjoy it based on the noises she was making, and I felt more confident in what I was doing. I hooked my fingers and sucked her clit into my mouth at the same time to see what would happen, and Elera gasped.
The smile that graced my lips was short lived when I heard a chuckle from behind me.
“I didn’t think things would go so far. I’m impressed, my pets.”
I spun around, ripping my fingers out of Elera as I went, and my eyes landed on Mistress Belle with Perrin behind her. Elera’s juices were on my lips and fingers as I panicked and tried to roll off the bed unsuccessfully; my skirt got caught in the crook of my knee, tripping me. I fell off the bed, my skull heading straight for the ground, when strong arms wrapped around me. Only, they weren’t Mistress Belle’s.
“Are you all right?” Perrin asked as he set me on my feet and backed away. After I nodded, he addressed Mistress Belle. “I do hope you forgive me for touching her. We both know you have many talents, but my reflexes are faster than yours.”
“Only you would be able to get away with such a thing, Perrin. I know your intentions, and I wouldn’t fault you on saving what is mine. Thank you for that. This night would have gone quite differently if we had to attend to a bloodied nose.” Mistress Belle’s hazel eyes landed on me, and I couldn’t help the tears that came to my eyes.
“I’m sorry, Mistress Belle. I didn’t mean to disappoint you,” I muttered, trying to hold the tears back.
“Disappoint me? You did the opposite, my pet. You did exactly what you were supposed to do and more.” Mistress Belle strode up to me, gripping my chin in her hand and turning my face to look at Elera whose normally pale skin was flushed with a coating of sweat. “Why would I ever be disappointed that you pleased Elera? That is what you are here for. You are hers, and you’re both mine.”
I gulped, staring into Elera’s eyes. Mistress Belle was proud of me? A wide smile crossed my lips as I looked up at Mistress Belle.
“I did good?” I asked, cringing at how childish it sounded, but I was too excited to care.
“So good, my pet.” She caressed my cheek and placed a kiss on my forehead. “Now, let’s sit back and watch. As promised, I have a reward in store for you, but I want your eyes to remain on them.”
From the glint in her eye, I didn’t know if I was going to like this reward, but I would try. For them, I would try.