Sex Wizards - Mastery Ch. 11

"There," Alix says. "Keep it at that level."

"Fucking hell, I feel like I'm about to flay him."

"You're not," Olbric says breathlessly. "Fuck Dom, don't stop now. Please."

That quiet plea sends a thrill through me. It's encouraging, and I hold onto that feeling as I crack the flogger down again with the same intensity. Olbric arches with a cry, squirming as the tresses lash over his sensitive skin. I do it again, and it feels a little better.

More wax comes off, and I aim for what remains. I crack the tresses against his ass, taking off the layer of wax to expose the sensitive, reddened flesh underneath. I redden it a little more before I move onto his thighs, which makes him yelp in a very different way.

After a minute, I realize that I'm not afraid of hurting him anymore. Every crack of the flogger proves just how right Alix is - Olbric loves it. He squirms and shouts with every lash, hips jerking against the wall before pushing back out again, presenting himself for more.

I oblige and bring the tresses down again and again, until only a few stubborn flecks of wax remain on his reddened skin. The sight of him makes my cock throb, a thrill rushing through me with every shout of pain and pleasure. I go until my arm gets tired, until Olbric's shouts turn to little whimpers.

When I finally drop the flogger, I'm panting. Olbric sags against the wall, limp in the ropes. His breathing is low and deep, almost meditative, but when I press myself against his abused back, he arches against me with a moan. I see his glazed eyes focus on me over his shoulder, and it sends a jolt of satisfaction through me.

"Are you alright?" I ask.

Olbric groans appreciatively and grinds back against my crotch. "Peachy." The hazy pleasure in his voice makes my cock ache with want. I grab the mounds of his ass and am rewarded with a little hiss of anticipation as I spread him. His skin is hot to the touch, and I flake away a wayward piece of wax as I admire my handiwork.

He's trembling with want, and I can't stop a quiet groan. This is the part I like. I like seeing how heated up I've gotten him. I like seeing his need, his desperation, and I like knowing that I'm the only one who can satisfy him.

I slick my fingers with the lotion from my pocket before I spear him, driving my digits deep. Olbric shouts and arches under me before he cants his hips back, spreading his legs further. I push another finger into him and am rewarded with a deep, rattling moan as I stretch him. His trembling gets worse, and he cries out as I scrape my teeth against the sensitive skin over his shoulder blade.

I twist my fingers inside of him, making his hips buck. "Dom please!" he gasps. Hearing him beg sends a thrill of excitement through me. It's heady, intoxicating to hear how well I've worked him to reduce him to begging. I reach around with my free hand and grab his cock, feeling the focuses spark as he shouts again, jerking back against me. His cock is already leaking, hard and straining under the rings.

"Are you sure you're ready?" I ask. I twist my fingers again, wringing another gasp out of him.

"Please Dom, please!" He spreads his legs wider, rolling his ass out towards me in offering, and fucking hell if he doesn't look inviting. I let go of his cock and slide my own out from the slit of my trousers. I keep thrusting with my fingers even as I slick my length.

When I pull my fingers away, I don't make him wait before I line myself up and push into him. I yank his hips back against me as I thrust up to meet him. His tight hole clenches around me as he cries out. At least here, I know what he likes and how much he can take.

I thrust again, hard enough to force him back up against the wall. A wicked though occurs to me. I wonder if he'll be able to finish with nothing but the rough stone and focuses stimulating his cock. Well now I aim to find out.

My hand fists in his long hair, pulling his head back as I fuck him hard, snapping my hips against his reddened ass. He cries out with each thrust, urging me on with little pleas of "more" and "harder." I oblige, fucking deep into his tight hole. I grab his shoulders to press a little harder, reach a little deeper. His wail of pleasure is like music.

My climax almost catches me by surprise. I swear and bite down on his shoulder, sheathing myself deep as my cock empties. I hear the crackle of the focuses as Olbric cries out desperately. Guess the answer of him being able to cum from my cock alone is a no, but I'm not about to leave him unsatisfied after all he's taken from me.

I yank his hips back and reach around to stroke his length. It only takes a few strong pumps to finish him off, and I feel the focuses spark again as he shouts his pleasure. His hips rock against my hand as I milk him for every last drop. When he finishes, he slumps in the ropes, the tension of release fading to a boneless contentment as I pepper kisses over his back and shoulders.

I pull out of him with a groan, hearing his quiet little whimper echo me. I step back and tuck my cock away as Olbric gives me a hazy grin over his shoulder. My fingers forget what they're doing with my laces as my eyes go wide. His back and ass practically glow from all my work. A trail of my seed leaks from him, sliding slowly down his thigh. But his smile - that look of perfect satisfaction is the single sexiest thing I've ever seen. "Fucking hell, Olbric."

He groans and rests his head against the stone. "Fucking hell yourself," he murmurs. "Collaring did you good, Dom. That was incredible."

I'm grinning like an idiot as I start to untie his ropes. Alix comes to help, and I spook like a surprised horse. I'd been so absorbed in Olbric that I had forgotten he was there. His fingers work quick, like he wants to get the ropes off of him as quick as he can.

In no time, we get Olbric loose, and I steady him when I realize I've turned his legs to water. I guide him over to the chair just outside of the field of wax flakes, and help him sit. There's a blanket in the basket beside the chair, and I pull it up and cover him.

I make sure he's settled, and his nose brushes my neck as I pull the focuses off his softening length. "Will you look at that," I say in disbelief. All four of them are glowing, sparks of red and orange dancing inside the stones. And from the feel of them, they're strong.

Olbric chuckles and kisses my cheek as he picks one up, rolling it between his fingers. "You did it."

"Couldn't have without you," I point out.

"How'd it feel for you, Dom?" Alix asks.

I run my hand through my hair and turn to face him. Heady. Empowering and humbling all at once. After last night, this was cathartic in a way I never expected. I was able to take control back after Virico tried to rob me of it. "Pretty fucking incredible," I say. "Thank you for talking me through the nerves."

Alix gives a half-shrug, his expression carefully neutral. "You just needed a little push. You did great."

"Can confirm," Olbric murmurs from his chair. There's a perfect little smile on his lips. "Though I hope you're going to clean up my casting room."

I laugh and say, "I will, I promise." I turn to Alix grinning like an idiot, but he's already by the door. I hurry over to him, and reach for his arm as I say, "Wait, hold on."

He yanks his arm away as he spins to face me, his other hand clenched around his spell necklace. I freeze. For a brief second, neither of us seem to know what to do.

I watch him snap out of it, fear turning to anger and frustration in the blink of an eye. He swears as he releases his spells to run a hand through his hair. "Sorry," he says quickly. "Watching... brought up some emotions."

"No, don't apologize," I say, just as quick. "Are you alright?"

Alix looks at me, and a small smile wavers on his lips. "I'll have to sort through them," he admits. "But I'm fine, I promise."

I believe him, but I still ask, "Can I touch you?"

Alix gives a small laugh. It sounds a little like gratitude. "Yes, you can."

I close my arms around him in a tight embrace. "Thank you. Seriously. Thank you."

He sighs against my shoulder, and a bit of the tension leaks out of him. "You're welcome," he murmurs. "I'd monitor again, if you'd like."

I pull back a bit to look at the shorter man. "You're sure?"

"Positive," he says. "This was... good for me to watch from a safe place."

I offer a small smile. It can't be an easy road he's on, but I'm happy to do anything I can to help him down it. "I'd like that." I tighten my embrace for a second longer before letting him go.

Alix gives a small smile as he grabs the door. "I'll let you two talk."

"Thank you again, Alix."

The door closes behind him, and I turn my attention back to Olbric. He's gotten himself nice and wrapped up, his loose hair covering one eye as he watches me. He smiles as I approach and scoots to allow me to sit beside him on the wide chair. I slide in beside him and wrap my arms around him, pressing my lips against his shoulder.

For a second, we don't have to say anything. We simply enjoy each other's company. I'm the one who finally breaks the quiet. "Was that an acceptable level of hurting?"

Olbric chuckles and pushes the hair out of his face. "That was an exceptional level of hurting," he says. "I feel warm all over."

"Maybe it'll finally help those icicles you call hands."

"Rude."

We find each other's lips without thought, and I feel him smiling as he kisses me. When we part, we're both grinning like idiots. I brush a strand of hair behind his ear and say, "Can I ask you something about your collaring?"

Olbric settles in comfortably. "Of course."

I stroke my fingers through his hair. "Are there any schools you don't want me touching?"

"No corpimancy," Olbric says, but that was a given. He's admitted that he's never tried corpimancy, and doesn't seem to have any interest in changing that.

"Easy. Anything else? Conjuration?"

Olbric mulls that over for a long moment. "Conjuration under some conditions."

"Conditions like?"

"No long-term. A few hours at most. And I get to keep a copy of the key, just in case."

"Noted." I feel a little thrill of excitement that he's willing to try it. I'd have thought that would be a hard limit, but I'm happy to be proven wrong. Conjuration has become a favorite of mine, though I sure wouldn't mind putting a cage on someone else for once.

"Is there anything in particular you want out of collaring?" I ask.

Olbric seems like he's thought about this a lot. "I know myself well enough to know that I'm not going to be the obedient, demure kind of conduit," he admits. "I know I'm going to be a challenge."

"A challenge?" I repeat, though I can't help but admit that I like where this is going.

"This is so silly," Olbric admits and rubs his cheek. "In Cairish, we have these fast little desert cats called nameru that live in the hills by my home. Some of the wealthy families would catch them and keep them as pets. They're notoriously hard to tame, so of course my father had to have one," he says and rolls his eyes.

"I watched him try and fail time and time again to gentle this creature, but that cat remained stubborn and hostile until the day I snuck it out and set it free." His grin turns a little shy as he says, "I always felt bad for the poor thing, but at the same time, I've always sort of... liked the idea of it. Of being tamed."

I shiver at that and carefully pull on a piece of wax that's tangled in his hair. "I'll keep that in mind," I say, even as mine spins with possibilities. Seeing Olbric tonight gave me some ideas, so I ask, "How would you feel about me buying you some clothes?"

Olbric raises an eyebrow and looks at me curiously. "I think I'd like that," he says, but I can hear the unasked question.

My grin comes out crooked. "This is just the start of an idea," I admit. "I'll have to think on it a little more."

Olbric chuckles. "You know, I'm not usually a patient person," he says. "But I'll do my best for you."

I smile and pull him into a gentle kiss. "I'll make sure it's worth the wait."