Hazel's POV
I hum softly, moving around the counter as quietly as I can. It is early and I don't want to wake up Axel or his dad, "Hazel?" A groggy voice asks.
I turn my head, smiling when I see its Axel's dad. "Good morning. Did I wake you?" I ask, turning back to my baking.
"Are you supposed to be up there?" He asks me, ignoring my question. He comes over and pats my head fondly. I smile and nod, laying my head in his hand as he lets me.
"I have to finish baking for the party and I want together some type of sign or something to advertise so I can get more business," I explain and he hums.
He watches me bake for a moment, not saying anything else. "Is everything alright? Do you want me to start on breakfast? I was thinking about making some scones? Do you think that sounds good?" I ask him.
"No, you're busy with your baking for the party. I didn't want to talk to you about the other day though..." he says.
I pause, still stirring the ingredients together. "I didn't mean to sound entitled," I explain softly.
"I know. I'm sorry I snapped at you. You were being perfectly alright. I know you're not a selfish girl, you just want to help out around here as best you can," he says and I nod. "...I um... that was just a sensitive subject between me and Kara. I guess it's still a sensitive subject for different reasons now than it was then," he says and I nod, sitting quietly and listening to him.
He lets out a loud sigh, looking around the room, anywhere but at me. "I took out the frustration that I hold against myself for not listening to get and letting her work like she wanted to and that was wrong of me. I hope you can forgive me," He says.
I sigh, giving him a sympathetic smile. I open my arms and he reaches over and picks me up. "You didn't mean to be mean. Of course I forgive you," I say, laying my head on his shoulder. He smiles and I feel him brushing flower and stuff off of me.
"Jeez Hazel, you make such a mess sometimes," he grumbles softly. I giggle, knowing he is only playing. "Axel isn't going to let you wear his clothes if you keep getting flower all over them," he scolds lightly.
I blush just thinking about that. I don't think Axel will actually make me go around naked though. He's much more protective now that I'm his sub.
"What's your name?" I ask Axel's dad, realizing that I have never asked. It's been months of living together, but I still don't know his name.
He chuckles at my question. "Wouldn't you like to know," he tease me, shifting me in his arms. "It's Lukas," He says.
(I said this book would have all new characters unrelated from my other series. Spoiler alert ^ I lied :) )
I smile thoughtfully, his name suits him. "I like your name," I say.
He chuckles, "I like yours too," he says. He starts to walk away from the counter and I look up at him in confusion.
"Wait! I'm not done," I protest.
He chuckles again. "It will save in the fridge. Axel probably wants you back in bed with him," he says and I huff, knowing he's right.
Master is still sleeping when we come in. The door creaks loudly and it causes Master to stir. He groans and groggily sits up.
Lucas sets me down on Masters lap and I'm immediately wrapped up in his arms. His warmth engulfs me in seconds and he lays back down, tucking me half between his body and the mattress.
He grumbles incoherently, he grasps onto me tightly, not willing to let me go. He snuggles his face into me before he pulls back and sneezes.
I giggle quietly as he curse and wipes the light dusk of flower from him. He sneezes again before grumbling some more and flopping back down on top of me.
"Stay," he commands with a tired huff. I nod even though I don't really have a choice. His heavy weight pins me down, but I don't freak out like I usually do when I'm pinned down.
I know Master won't do anything to hurt me when I'm vulnerable like this.
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I jump as warm and wet lips close over my nipple. Master laughs at me, pulling away to watch me as he laughs.
I look down at my wet breast which now has half erect nipples. "Axel," I scold, having been sleeping very well before he woke me. "Hi, Doll," she says, leaning down and kissing me.
His hand creeps up my side to fondle my breasts. I yank his shirt down over me. "No," I whine, not liking his teasing one bit.
"Don't be like that, Doll," he tease me, kissing along the side of my neck. "Did you sleep good?" He asks me, trailing kisses down my shoulder.
"Mmm," I hum in affirmation, too distracted by his actions for real words to leave my mouth.
"Good. Are you sore?" He asks me, pausing so he can sit up and start his kissing from my neck again.
I grab onto his shoulders, needing him to stop if we are gonna get our baking and stuff done today. "Axel," I sigh.
"Are you sore?" He asks me, pausing to pull away. I sigh a breath of relief, but also disappoint as his lips leave my skin.
"No," I sigh.
He chuckles, "Don't sound so upset about it. I can give you rough if you want to be sore," he says, laying down beside me and pulling me to him.
I trace the side of his face, feeling his stubble scratch my fingers. "We need to get up today," I say sadly and he leans forward and kisses my head, wrapping his arms around my lower back so her is hugging me to him.
"I can make it quick. Are you in the mood?" He asks me, his fingers teasing my lower back. His eyes burn into my skin as he looks over me.
"I wasn't until you started to look at me like that," I complain softly. He doesn't seem to mind my complaint though because he just kisses me, making me moan.
My hands go up into his hair and his hand goes onto my cheek. He caresses the side of my face with his fingers. "I had fun last night. Thank you," He says.
I smile and laugh. "Why are you thanking me. I didn't do the work," I say.
"You still had to be there though. You trusted me to take care of you. Was it worth it?" He asks me.
I roll my eyes at him. "Don't be ridiculous, of course it was worth it," I say. He relaxes and holds my head to his chest.
"So you wouldn't mind round two?" He asks.
"Today after we get back from the party?" I say, knowing we have a lot to do.
He sighs, gently running his fingers through my hair. "I want to play with you," he says.
"We can do a scene, Master," I say.
He nod again and kisses my head. "Just a short one? Right now?" He asks me.
I smile, shaking my head at him. He's unsateable. "Sure," I say, anxious to know what he has planed for me. I caress his face and he smiles. He brings my palm to his face and kisses it.
I think he's going to flip me on my back and tie me up, but he just digs his face between my breasts. He sits up, removing his shirt from me before going back down and nuzzling into my breasts again.
"What are you doing?" I ask him in amusement.
"One minute," he says with a sigh, seeming to enjoy the position. I shake my head at him, "We should sleep like this," he says, his hot breath fanning over my skin.
"What? No," I protest. "My nipples are already freezing," I protest, feeling them tighten already.
Master chuckles, "I like them hard," He says.
"I like you hard too, but I don't keep you that way when you try to sleep," I argue. He laughs, rolling to his side to look at me.
He grabs the side of my face and leans up to peck me on the lips. "You're too perfect, you know that?" He asks me.
I blush bashfully and his smile widens. He cups my red cheeks, feeling them burn up. He playfulness goes away for a second and his eyes freeze on mind.
"Will you ever tell me about your leg?" He asks me.
His question sits in the old morning air for a moment and I shift, grabbing into his arm and caressing the veins and muscles that stick out. I drag my eyes away from him, focusing on his arm.
"It's was a long time ago," I say, glancing up at him. He nods, a patient expression on his face.
"Does it hurt you to think about it?" He asks me and I quietly nod, goosebumps starting to spread across my skin at the mention of it. "You don't have to talk about it today. Maybe some other day?" He says, leaning down and kissing my head.
He tries not to show me that I hurt him, but I know he is disappointed. He tried to sit up and get out of bed, but I don't let go of his arm, causing him to pause.
I don't have to say anything, after a second of looking over me he lays back down beside me, going back to caressing my cheek.
I sniffles as I recall the memory, and before I can stop myself, tears are already falling. Master leans over and pulls me closer to him, his hand going back to my face to caress me.
I shift my legs around, trying to rid myself of the imaginary discomfort in my leg.
I know the pain isn't real, it's a far off memory, when ever I recall the event though it's like the same pain I felt that long time ago comes back.
It's different now though. Instead of simply the physical pain from the event, there is also the metal and emotional pain.
The pain of knowing that I'm a damaged good. The pain that I'll never be as good as other subs no matter how hard I try. The pain that I won't ever be truly independent again.
"What do you know?" I ask him, not wanting to talk about anything about that day that I don't have to.
"You don't need to tell me today, Hazel," Master assures me softly, holding me tightly in his arms.
I shake my head no. "You want to know," I say.
He hesitates, "...I want to share the burden of that day with you. I don't want you to keep having to live with it alone," he says.
More tears fall down my face and I nod.
He's right. I'm not alone anymore. I don't need to carry all the mental and emotional pain by myself.
"They didn't mean to c-cripple me," I explain, my stutter coming through In my upsetness. Master nods, still caressing my face with his thumb. "It was supposed to be a p-punishment. I-I don't even r-remember what it was for, b-but they held me down. T-two trainers they held my legs down and they c-cut open my leg," I sob.
Master nods, crushing me to his chest as he listens. "It hurt to b-badly. I was s-screaming and s-screaming, b-but no one came. I passed out a-after a while and I woke back up in my c-cage," I explain.
I shiver as I remember how sticky I was, my legs coated and sticking together as blood dried and pooled over the cage floor.
"I-it hurt so b-badly. It itched and it burned," I recall, shifting my legs around more and more as the pain resurfaces. "My whole cage was covered in blood when they came to get me for training the next d-day. It hurt too badly to walk s-so the dragged me. It hurt for weeks and I got sick. Really sick, my trainer didn't take me to the doctor until I couldn't even sit up. I was hot, so hot. I don't remember actually going to the doctor, b-but I remember waking up with a big g-gash in my l-leg," I recall.
Master hushes me, rocking me back and forth in his arms. I sob and sob into his chest. It hurts. I hate the people who did this to me.
I know I shouldn't, they didn't mean to be so cruel to me, but I hate them. Anger boils inside me and eats away at me. I don't like to feel this way, I never feel like this except for when I think about my leg.
Just like water pouring over fire though, when Master lets my head, my anger, hatred and frustration simmers down.
What they had done was awful, but I don't have to be so hateful or angry anymore. The damage they did was permanent, but it's what brought me and Master together.
He didn't live through what I did, but he'd share the burden with me. He'd be there to walk me through the fire.