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Title: Dominium
Chapter 2: Training Your Redhead
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Ocean or any of the characters involved. This work is not intended for profit.
Fayt drank in the sight of Nel, her sun kissed skin, as she crawled forward. Nel prostrated herself before him. She pressed her forehead into the mattress and stretched her arms before her, one hand on top of the other. Like before, her form was perfect. “Good slave.” It was a good start but only a start. His hands found the knot on her bridal sash, unwrapping the red fabric from her arm. He pulled red silk taut in his hands.
She needed to learn proper obedience.
“Good slave.”
Fayt’s voice made Nel’s heart race. He untied her bridal sash and as it fell away she felt more vulnerable than ever before. Her breath caught as the silk of her bridal sash ran across her skin, settled against her throat. The mattress shifted as Fayt moved behind her.
Then his hands were on her, rough against her fevered skin.
First he teased her breasts, caressing the sides before forcing his hands underneath her. Nel gasped as Fayt cupped her, moaned as he brushed her nipples. Her clit ached in response. Nel arched her back, pressing herself into Fayt’s touch. He knew how sensitive her breasts were. Leisurely, cruelly, Fayt toyed with her, stoking the fire in her core. Then he ran his hands down her body. His hands closed over her hips, holding her, controlling her. The thought made her sex ache.
“Please.” She murmured into the sheets, not quite begging.
“More?” Fayt found her wet and swollen sex, teasing her.
“Mmm… Fayt.” Nel groaned, grinding her body against his hand.
Fayt took Nel firmly by the hips and held her still. “What did you say, slave?”
Nel froze. She’d never heard Fayt sound so cold. Her heart leapt into her throat. “Please Master.” Nel whimpered. Gods! She needed it. “Please forgive your slave.”
Fayt stared at Nel’s sculpted form. He said nothing, watching Nel try not fidget. It was just a matter of time before she made that mistake, calling him by name. Good. It was just the excuse he needed to punish her. Fayt grabbed her roughly, shifting her weight toward him, raising her ass. “Stay.” He commanded.
Nel ached at Fayt’s voice, the heat behind it. He pulled on her bridal sash, drawing it taut. He rubbed one of her cheeks. His other hand then gripped her tight. Nel’s eyes widened. He wouldn’t?! In front of-
Fayt brought his hand down firmly on Nel’s ass. Nel’s head snapped up at the first strike. Fayt raised his hand, bringing it down on Nel’s perfect ass again and Again. She cried out, her hands clenched into fists.
But she didn’t resist.
Nel never resisted. She loved to submit to him, to be dominated. But Nel was obviously ashamed of those desires, as much as she wanted to be helpless, to be his. Every night he took control from her, to fill those needs.
And he would again.
Tonight. Except tonight he’d take control from her once and for all. They weren’t roleplaying. It wasn’t a game. He would break any mental defenses she had, leave her no choice but to accept her desires.
Fayt teased her cunt, parting her swollen lips. Slowly, he shifted forward, burying his cock inside her. Nel gasped. Tight and wet, she flexed against his length, wrapping herself around him. He stopped before he hurt her, drew back, and drove himself back into her. Nel groaned. He felt her trembling around his cock. Another thrust and she lifted her hips to meet him.
So Fayt delivered another firm strike to her inviting ass.
SWAT
Clair’s eyes fluttered open. She blinked slowly, gathering her wits. The bed and the room came into focus and the memory of all she’d endured came back to her. It wasn’t a dream. She was bound, gagged, and content. Clair shifted as best she could. Her first thought to find Master.
“Mmm…”
A desperate moan filled her ears. Clair turned to the source and her eyes widened.
Nel… on her hands and knees, head down, her perfect rear raised for the world to see. Master towered over her from behind. A loop of red fabric was cinched around her neck, trailing across her supple back, and ended in Master’s fist.
Nel was on a leash.
Master held Nel’s hips and drove his cock into her.
SWAT
Nel clenched her eyes shut, buried her red face in the mattress. Fayt brought his hand down again and her sex ached as much as her ass. Fayt buried himself inside her again and again. Nel moaned each time. Between each thrust Fayt brought his hand down on her ass again and again. Nel cried out each time. Each strike made her aching sex tremble, made her tighten around his cock. The pleasure and the pain… Fayt gave her another thrust and another hard swat.
SWAT
All she did was moan.
Her face burned. They could see! Her Majesty was watching Fayt spank her, could hear her moaning in response. She needed to stop him. Her hands weren’t bound. Fayt brought is hand down on her ass harder than before. Pain and heat flashed across her skin, tingling all the way to her aching sex. Nel clenched her eyes in shame as another moan escaped her lips. She couldn’t break free. Fayt was holding her hips. His grip was too strong and her sash was still tied around her neck. She couldn’t break free.
That’s what she told herself.
Fayt tugged on her leash. Nel arched her back just in time to catch another hard strike across her ass. She felt the impact all the way to her core. She grit her teeth, tried to stifle the pitiful moan she knew was coming. “uuuhh!…mmmm,” Gods! She didn’t want Fayt to stop. Another stinging slap against her ass and then Fayt thrust into her, and this time Nel rolled her hips to meet him. Fayt pulled back and Nel held her ass high, ready. Another swat forced a ragged moan from her throat.
“More?” He taunted her, pulling her leash firmly but keeping his body still. Nel squirmed. She couldn’t say it, couldn’t admit it. That she wanted it, wanted more. What would Fayt think of her?! Against her will her body reacted, rolling her hips, grinding her aching sex on his cock. But Fayt grabbed her hips with both hands, holding her down and still. Nel whimpered pitifully. Apris save her! She did want this, wanted it more than anything. “Yes!” Nel cried, nearly choking on her shame. Everyone heard her. Everyone knew.
“Beg.” Fayt ordered. And the heat of his voice, the power behind it, made her even wetter. Fayt shifted, rolling his hips just enough to make her ache. She needed it.
So she begged helplessly, wanting to submit and burning with shame. “Please, Master!”
Fayt rewarded her, bringing his hand down on her ass even harder. The sound echoed off the walls. Then he buried himself inside her again and again. A flash of white hot pain followed by a tidal wave of pleasure, washing away any thought of resistance. All she wanted was more. “Yes!… Pleaasse…Master.”
Swat!
Fayt practically growled, burying himself inside her. Nel groaned as her muscles clenched against his cock, as he filled her. Fayt’s hand came down on her tender flesh, harder than before. Heat flashed across her ass, swelled in her aching sex as Fayt thrust deeper. Nel cried out in pain, in pleasure, and begged between her own broken moans. “ooh! Ugh…more!”
Swat!
Nel cried out in ecstasy. The sensations merged and she couldn’t tell where one stopped and the other began. “Good slave,” Fayt grunted, gripping her hips and driving himself into her again and again. Through the haze of her pleasure she heard the words, the praise.
“plea-please…more!” Nel screamed, without restraint, and without shame. She’d given in, revealed her most humiliating desire: to be dominated. She was completely at Fayt’s mercy. Fayt wasn’t taunting her or judging her. No. Fayt would never do that to her. She’d begged and he’d given her exactly what she asked for, exactly what she wanted. Master was rewarding her.
Swat!
“Yeess!” Nel screamed as his hand struck. Her back arched with the impact, her body bending to his will. She felt the ache, the heat building inside her, and she screamed louder, “pleeaase Master!...mo-more!” Fayt didn’t want her to feel ashamed. He loved her, wanted her to be happy. Why should she be scared or ashamed?
With him she was always safe.
Swat!
“Master!…p-lease!”
Master brought his hand down again. “What are you?” He growled.
“yoourr…sla-sllaaave!” The words spilled from her lips and with every fiber of her being behind them. The admission…the complete and utter submission… Nel pressed her face into the mattress as a wave of heat washed over her, through her. She gasped for air, clutching at Master’s cock as her climax ran down her thighs.
“Beg for it.” Master commanded and Nel obeyed, without hesitation.
“..please…M-Master…fuck…your slave!” And he did, burying his entire length inside her again and again. Nel howled in pleasure, her hands clutching the sheets. She needed this, not just the pain. It was more than that, so much more. More than the feeling of helplessness, more than being at his mercy.
It was the feeling of being owned.
Swat!
The force jolted her forward and her leash tugged at her throat. She was his, just like she’d promised on their first night together. She’d sworn herself to him, in the throes of ecstasy and in the quiet that came after. She’d meant every word. She’d known it then, on some level, the true depths of her desire. So why was she denying herself? What was she denying herself? The pleasure she wanted, the life she wanted, at the hands of the man she loved? No more.
Swat!
“mmm… Master! Pl-pleaa-” Nel groaned, voice failing as Master buried his cock inside her, filling her. Her muscles flexed along his length. The heat in her belly throbbed as his cock, hard and thick, stretched her. So good. “mmm… pleeaase… yo-your slave needs it!” Nel cried out, baring her soul. Fayt was her Master. She belonged to him. She would never hide from that.
Swat!
Clair would have thought she was dreaming but her dreams could not compare. No, not even close. It’s was almost surreal. Her body felt heavy, lethargic, in the wake of her last orgasm. Her eyelids drooped, as she fought not to fall back into oblivion. The silver haired woman lay on her side, gagged, with her arms tied behind her. And Fayt- no she corrected herself firmly, Master was dominating Nel not two feet away. Clair had known Nel all her life, had never felt closer to her than at that moment.
Surrender.
Nel loved it even if she refused to admit it, must have all her life. Clair knew exactly how that felt and worse she knew how it felt to be ashamed of it, of your own desires. She’d seen the embarrassment on Nel’s face as she fought her own arousal, saw the look of pure ecstasy now that she had given in. Clair saw the wetness trailing down her friend’s thighs, her soul bared completely to Master. She watched Master drive himself into her. Nel shuddered in pleasure, moaned, and begged for more like a good slave.
And like a good slave, Nel was rewarded.
Master wasn’t holding back anymore. His hand struck her so hard a surge of lightning shot through her, straight from her aching ass to her aching cunt.
SWAT!
Every strike sent tremors surging into her swollen clit. Every thrust stretched her, setting her body on fire. And they were watching. Gods! Clair! Her Majesty! They could see her, hear her moaning like a common whore. GODS YES! She heard the sound of flesh against flesh with every thrust. She was leaking all over herself, all over Master, her cunt wet and aching. The pleasure, the pain, her submission. She loved it, loved every bit of it. She was his. Master pulled on her leash and held it firm, just enough to make her gasp. And the ache inside her was almost painful.
So like a whore she begged for more.
“pleee-ahh! pleeaase… yeessss!”
Master leaned his weight against her, forcing Nel’s face into the mattress and pinning her arms underneath her chest. Her tender ass, the highest point of her body, swiftly received another bone jarring swat.
SWAT!
Nel moaned into the mattress. “…uhhh!” No more words, not even the guttural moans of a common whore. She couldn’t call herself a whore. Being spanked, on all fours, with her leash pulled tight. Master buried his length in her swollen cunt and Nel moaned like an animal in heat. Master Fayt’s red haired bitch. The thought alone made her moan. She was his. His slave or his pet, it didn’t matter. Whatever Master desired.
She was his.
Master grabbed her roughly by the hair, painfully yanking her head up and back. Her body went rigid as Master buried himself inside her. Master, still holding her by the hair, brought his other hand down on her.
SWAT!
Nel came hard, wet, and screaming. A wordless cry that everyone in the castle might have heard. Electricity flowed through her body, from her fingers, her toes, through every nerve, gathering at her core. Master let go of her hair, gripped her hips with both hands. Master drove himself forward, filling her so completely. Nel slumped forward, her body a quivering mass. Distantly, she heard moaning, soft and growing softer. Her mind shut down as Master buried his cock into her aching cunt again and again, her tender ass in his crushing grip.
Clair watched as Master thrust into Nel relentlessly. Nel’s eyes were closed, face pressed into the mattress. Only Master’s strength kept her from collapsing completely into a heap. Clair watched the muscles of his arms flex as he lifted Nel’s prone form to meet each thrust. Master’s breathing was ragged, his voice not quite a growl. His green eyes glowing in the firelight. Clair’s eyes swept over his body, across his shoulders, down his chest, before settling on his hips. Master drove the entire length of his cock into Nel without restraint. Clair rubbed her legs together anxiously at the memory of stretching along his length. Clair stared at Nel’s face. The redhead’s lips parted, her mouth moving silently as her body trembled.
Fayt brought his hand down on Nel’s ass. If she moaned or whimpered it was lost beneath the thunderclap. He gripped Nel’s ass firmly with both hands, knuckles white. A soft cry and his red slave shuddered, trembling along his length.
He was close.
Fayt grit his teeth against the tightness in his balls. Fayt grabbed Nel by her hips, driving himself forward over and over again. His cock twitched, painfully hard. Fayt leaned over her, forcing her face into the mattress with each thrust. With a roar, Fayt pinned Nel against him, burying himself inside her as a wave of sheer power washed over him.
“Good girl,” Fayt growled, pouring every drop of himself into Nel’s tight little cunt. Nel shook in his arms. Maybe he was shaking. Fayt gasped for air. Heat radiated off their bodies, charging the air with scent of sex and sweat. He took a long shaky breath. Then another, and another. Fayt steadied himself. He nipped lightly at Nel’s neck and pressed his face into her fevered skin.
Minutes passed as their heartrates settled. Finally, slowly, Fayt lifted his weight off of Nel’s prone form. He leaned back, sitting up but held Nel by her hips. He hadn’t expected to be so rough with her, not like that. Nel had always loved being dominated, giving up control to him. But Fayt loved dominating her even more, more than she could imagine. He would be lying if he said he didn’t love every second of it.
He’d be lying if he said he didn’t want more.
Fayt stared down at Nel’s prone form, his cock still buried inside her. Nel lay in a boneless heap, half in his lap and half on the mattress. Her leash lay across her back, a crimson ribbon against her lightly tanned skin. Her ass was only a few shades lighter from the spanking. Fayt rubbed her ass, then squeezed her firmly. A soft whimper was her only response.
She was utterly conquered.
The thought made him twitch inside her. He wanted to take her again but both of them needed a breather. Fayt drew himself out of her and gently rolled Nel onto her back. He watched the slow rise and fall of her breasts. She might have been done for the night. A smirk spread across his face.
There was no reason not to inspect his property.
Slowly, Fayt caressed her breasts, brushing his thumbs across her nipples. “…Ma-Master…” Nel murmured breathlessly as he toyed with her, teasing her sensitive breasts. Good. A lesson well learned. He would punish her if she slipped up ever again. Fortunately, in front of the others she could call him Master Fayt without drawing too much attention to herself.
Then again, why bother? Their relationship wasn’t anyone else’s business.
Nel whimpered as he pinched her nipples. But she didn’t protest, didn’t resist. Fayt’s smile grew. Fayt cradled her head and claimed her lips. “Good slave.” Then he moved to her neck, brushing aside the fabric of her leash and sucking firmly on the exposed skin. He kept moving down her neck and along her shoulder, making sure to leave another mark with each step.
He took a moment to admire his handiwork.
Her lithe form was laid out before him, bronze skin shining with sweat. Her sweat soaked hair clung to her face and he gently brushed the red locks back. Nel stirred at his touch, blinking up at him but her gaze was unfocused. The red fabric of her leash fell over her shoulder and onto the bed beside her. Light red lines stood out angrily on her skin, from the leash and his last series of kisses. His cum trickled out of her abused cunt and her thighs were wet from her own arousal.
Beautiful.
Fayt pressed his lips against hers, lifting her chin with one hand and squeezing her sore ass with the other. Nel whimpered and his tongue plunged into her mouth. She slowly closed her eyes as his tongue dominated hers.
It didn’t take long for Fayt to realize he was definitely not finished for the night. It seemed like as his powers developed so too did his sex drive, an exceptionally minor side effect considering the amazing things his powers could do. The thrill of dominating two beautiful women might have also played a part. Either way, just the act of kissing Nel, savoring her submission, and his body was already starting to respond.
Fayt pulled back, removed his hand from Nel’s chin and watched as her head lolled to the side. Her eyelashes fluttered briefly but remained closed. He looked over at Clair. She’d slumped partway onto her back, despite having her arms bound behind her. She was watching him, her eyes open if half lidded. Fayt wanted more and doubted either could go another full round.
The sight of Clair’s beautiful face, lips parted around her gag, made his body stir. It also gave him an idea. But first it was important to deal with his responsibilities. A good master saw to the needs of his slaves, especially their emotional needs. He put an arm around Nel’s shoulders. Fayt lifted her into a sitting position. He took her by the chin and Nel slowly opened her eyes.
“Whose property are you?”
“This slave is yours.” Nel whispered, her voice hoarse.
“Good girl.” Fayt pointed to his heart. “Kiss here.”
Tired as she was, Nel obeyed without hesitation. She leaned forward, with his help, and placed a firm kiss against his chest. Nel fell back into his arms. She stared at the pink impression of her lips on his skin before her eyes drifted closed. Fayt laid Nel back down, giving her a chance to rest.
Fayt turned his attention to Clair. Clair looked a little more alert, her eyes locked on the lipstick stain on his chest. Good. She appreciated its significance.
Again, he was struck by Clair’s beauty. Nel was well endowed. But Clair’s breasts were bigger and no less perky. Her nipples a dark pink against her porcelain skin. Clair’s flesh was marred only by the same bright red marks he’d left on Nel’s flesh.
Clair had been thoroughly dominated before, both girls had. But he’d had to be strict and firm at all times with Clair to fulfill her desires of a true master, of being used. Now that she’d proven herself he could reward her and stay within the structure she needed so badly.
Fayt smirked. That didn’t mean he couldn’t have a little fun. After all, it would be best if he asserted his control over her first.
Clair moaned against her gag as Master caressed her breasts. His hands were rough, deliciously rough, even as his touch was soft. His mouth found one of her nipples and she arched her back. Her head fell back against the bed and she closed her eyes as Master touched her, using her body. Oh, gods! Her breasts were so sensitive! He moved to her other breast, teasing her with his tongue before closing his mouth over her. She moaned as he sucked on one of her breasts, moaned louder as he pinched and fondled the other. All muffled. A fresh trail of saliva ran down her chin as the gag held her jaws open.
Master drew his mouth away from her breasts, placing kisses along her collarbone. He kissed the base of her neck, sucking softly then not so softly, marking her as he had Nel. Clair tilted her head to the side, exposing more of her flesh to him. He repeated the process higher on her neck and higher still, just below her jaw. Even with her scarf, tomorrow everyone would see.
If Master gave her permission to wear a scarf…
Master pulled her up onto her knees. He carefully tugged her drool soaked gag from her mouth, letting it rest around her neck. Master held her against him, kissing her before she could close her tired and aching jaws. His tongue pushed against hers, firmly taking control. He toyed with her, kneading her breasts as he tasted her. Clair closed her eyes, relishing the feeling of her surrender.
Finally breaking the kiss, Master slowly drew back, one hand gently stroking her face. When Clair opened her eyes Master’s warm green eyes were staring into hers. He rested his forehead against hers before he spoke. “Good girl Clair. I am so proud of you.”
“Thank you, Master…” Her voice broke. “…This slave just wants to be yours-” And she did, more than anything. The way he held her. The approval in his eyes… Hearing her name on his lips… “Master-”
Master pressed his lips against hers. “I know. You are.” He kissed her again, slow to start and slower to pull away. “You’re home now.” He placed two fingers against his chest. “Kiss here.” He commanded. Clair practically jumped to obey, pressing her lips against his chest.
As she pulled back Clair stared at the mark, a darker shade of lipstick alongside Nel’s…over Master’s heart.
Fayt watched the smile spread across Clair’s face. She’d understood exactly what it meant. Rituals were important tools for structure, particularly for a slave. They were slaves, his property, not merely submissive partners as their schedules allowed it.
Clair was still staring at the marks on his chest. She’d yet to ask for her arms to be untied, to ask for anything really. They would have to work on communication later, give her a means of asking permission within the confines of his control.
Master gave her another kiss and Clair knew he could feel her smiling against him. She couldn’t help it! She leaned into the kiss, sighing contently as his tongue met hers. Master held her, stroking her hair. Clair pressed herself against him and moaned as her breasts pressed firmly against his chest, her nipples rubbing against him. Master held her tighter against his body. The hand in her hair found her jaw, tilting her head up. The kiss became more heated, his tongue probing her, tasting her.
When Master pulled back her heart was racing and even his breathing was labored. Master shifted as if uncomfortable and Clair felt his cock pressing against her stomach. She stared, almost in disbelief. Master’s cock stood proudly, tall and thick.
Her Majesty hadn’t been kidding about Master’s sex drive.
Master gently cupped her chin. Her eyes darted back up to Master’s face. Master was smiling at her. “Time for the next step in your training.”
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