Page 18 of In Bellamira's Chains

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.