Sex Wizards - Mastery Ch. 02

I've been taken rough before, but never by Arlon. Never like this.

I wrap my arms around him, clinging to him as he uses me for his pleasure. Like I belong to him. It's a bit of a jolt to realize that I do. Arlon's cock rams deep, and only then does it finally sink in - what collaring really means. I'm his property, and for the next seven days, Arlon can do whatever he wants with me.

I whimper against his neck with every deep thrust, my trapped cock straining inside of the cage. There are no ropes holding me, no straps keeping me contained. Nothing is keeping me bound to him but the collar around my neck, yet it holds just as strong. Fucking hell, and this is only day one.

My cock leaks, but I already know there will be no release for me tonight. I won't have it until Arlon allows me to have it. The realization wrings a tormented moan from my lips even as I spread my legs wider, accepting every tortuous thrust. I give myself over to him, submitting entirely to the rough fucking.

I hear his breath hiss by my ear, shiver at his groan of pleasure. It sends a thrill of satisfaction through me to know I'm the one causing those noises. He sinks deep into me, and when his cock swells, I feel a bit of elation that I was able to give him that, too. He fills me with a moan, one hand gripping the back of my neck as his teeth scrape my bare shoulder. I whimper and sag against him, my own cock throbbing and red inside of the cage.

For a long moment, we stay like that. Arlon is relaxed and spent, while I tremble with unfulfilled desire, his cock still sheathed inside of me. Finally, he pulls out with a groan, and my hole twitches at the loss. He scoots me further onto his lap as he cleans me with a handkerchief from his pocket. My trembling slowly subsides, and I start to relax as his arms wrap around me.

Gentle fingers brush my hair away from my face, and I blink hazily up at him. "I want to check in with you," he says. "You have permission to speak freely. How are you feeling?"

I give a small laugh as I rub my face, trying to sort through my own emotions. "I'm so randy I can barely think," I admit.

Arlon's chuckle rumbles through me. "Expect that to get worse as the week goes on," he promises. "How was today for you?"

I try and sort through my own thoughts, but I have a hard time with it. "Relaxing isn't the right word... calming, maybe? I didn't have to worry about studying or casting or anything else. I just had to be here."

Arlon's fingers continue to stroke through my hair. It feels nice. I let my eyes slide closed. "I don't think I realized just how deep your submission ran until today," Arlon says after a moment. "I saw you fall into it the moment I put the collar around your neck. Some I've collared have balked at what I've had them do, but not you. You took everything in stride. You fell right into it."

I shift a little more comfortably against his chest as I digest that. "I guess... it wasn't my place to refuse," I say. "And nothing you had me do ever made me feel like I needed to stop."

Arlon smiles, and there's no hint of sadism in it. Only pride. "You're an incredible sort of wizard, Dominai. Very few are so willing to trust and experience as openly as you do."

I flush at the praise. "No one at the Crux has ever given me a reason not to trust them," I say. "Least of all you."

Arlon cups my neck and presses a kiss against my forehead. "And I will never knowingly betray that trust," he says. "When I collar someone, I do so with the intention to test their limits, and though I am good at reading people, even I can make mistakes. In spite of the control you've given over to me, never forget that you have the final say here. If I ever overstep or do anything that makes you feel unsafe or uncomfortable, I want you to stop me."

I nod and rest my head against his shoulder, nose brushing his neck. "Yes, sir."

Arlon kisses my head again. "Good. Now, tell me about your day."

I flush as I recount all the things he did that put me into a submissive headspace. But as I do, I start to realize something. Even though there were flashpoints where it was particularly intense, Arlon's very presence puts me there.

"It's like... dominance pours off of you," I say. "I've always noticed it, but it feels like now I'm getting the full force of it."

Arlon pulls a blanket off of the back of his chair to cover my bare shoulders. "I have a dominant personality," he says as he makes sure I'm covered. "That's what you see during the normal day to day at the Crux. But when I'm casting or have someone collared, I fall into my own sort of headspace. It's a thrill to have someone submit to me, to allow me to control their experience. I enjoy the responsibility that comes with dominating another person - for their own enjoyment as well as my own."

Folks in the Crux often talk about headspace as a conduit thing so I've never thought about a caster headspace. "When I first cast divination with Galiva, I felt that thrill," I say. "It was... heady knowing I had control over her."

Arlon's fingers stroke through my hair gently. "Yet the spells you've produced recently show that you don't experience that same feeling when casting abjuration," he says. "Why do you think that is?"

"I do get that feeling," I say. "But the nerves sort of... stamp it out." I sigh, but it takes me a moment to put my thoughts into words. "I think it has to do with the silver," I say at last. "Since they can't hear me or see me, they can't... judge me."

Arlon hums thoughtfully. "It sounds like a confidence issue," he says. "This is not the first time your lack of confidence has come to my attention. We'll work on that this week."

I'm not sure how to respond to that, so I stay quiet, keeping my head buried against his neck. Arlon's fingers continue to stroke through my hair, a comforting presence. The adrenaline starts to wear off, leaving me in a comfortable post-fuck haze. His fingers start to lull me to a doze.

"You'll stay here tonight," Arlon says at last. "I know you're an early riser, so when you wake up, you will prepare my clothes for me, and then you have permission to go down to the baths without me. I will meet you in the mess hall at eight sharp."

I smile at that. "Yes, sir."