Free to Feel [Temporarily (??) Discontinued]

Chapter 25.

Heather awoke to the most blissful of all feelings - the feeling of someone scratching behind his ear so gently and so caringly, as if he could break from one wrong movement. He yawned and turned on his other side, almost melting in pleasure and glee when another spot on his head was rubbed. Yes. It was amazing. It was - oh, it was just magical. Warmth spread through his skalp and then went down his spine until it settled somewhere in his heart. Was he purring? He could've been purring, so happy and relaxed he was. The only wrong thing, the only odd thing was the slight pain in his throat, but it was okay, he could handle it. He'd felt that so much before that it wasn't even a nuisance for him at this point. Although he hadn't served a man orally in a while, so... Why was his throat sore?

"... awake?" Came a familiar voice that brought even more pleasant waves of warmth, and the slave instinctively tried to scoot over to the owner of that voice. "Oh? Kind of, but not really."

"He was a very light sleeper when he was with me." Another familiar voice sounded muffled, blocked by the wall of sleep, and while it wasn't really thrilling to hear, it still sparked something in the heart of the purple-headed guy. He liked it. He felt safe. Safer than ever before.

"Yeah, he usually is." The first voice hummed and the pleasant scratches were replaced by even more pleasant hair strokes. If the owner of that magical voice wanted to put a spell on Heather, it was the way. He would do anything in the entire world to make this moment go on forever. "He's a little bit under the weather now, though, so I think he needs some more sleep... Hey, buddy, come on, wake up."

Heather felt the softest and the gentlest of hands shake his shoulder. He grumbled something and pulled his knees up to his chest, making both of the voices giggle. He didn't want to wake up! He would stay like this forever!

"Heather, dear, come on, wake up." The female voice - Mistress - sang and suddenly there was a kiss placed on his ear. The guy felt her soft and warm lips, her breath on him - and then he opened his eyes. Just like that. He loved being kissed and maybe, maybe if he woke up, he would get a kiss again.

Her kisses were good. They didn't mean she liked him or wanted him in a romantic or sexual way. They didn't mean she wanted to establish her dominance over him or make him submit. No. They were just little slivers of attention, only they were given so rarely that he valued each and every one of them.

He found himself on the back seat of an unfamiliar car, but it wasn't scary because as soon as he turned around he saw his owner. She was squatting in front of him, her hand on his cheek, and her eyes were the most beautiful colour of hot chocolate... Her black hair slightly messy, her face red due to how warm it was in the car, she was the most beautiful person in the entire world. But not Sex Slave type of beautiful, he... He wasn't sure he could describe it.

"Hey." She smiled and rubbed his cheek. "How are you feeling?"

"Good." Heather replied and immediately coughed into the crook of his elbow, not wanting to cough on her. "Uh... My throat is slightly sore."

"Oh dear, that's alright." Mistress sighed and - oh there it was! - placed a small kiss on his nose. The slave closed his eyes and wanted to purr, to melt, to embrace all that love and care. "I know how to help your throat, but for that we have to go home."

"Home?" He muttered and rubbed his eyes, and then it clicked. Oh, right! They were finally going back home, away from the family of his owner, away from all those people and that unfamiliar room! Well... He liked them, he really did, it was just that... He missed the peace the quiet of their home. He missed his dog bed. But most importantly, he missed acting like a dog, eating off the floor and fetching a ball and chewing on his beloved rubber fish.