Mastery (Sex Wizards, #2)

by Alethea Faust

It’s a thrill to be used, a thrill to know that I can take him now, whenever and however he wants me. And tonight, he wants me rough.

“He’s made me a delivery boy today. Though I think I prefer being a fuckboy, honestly.” “You’ll do fine,” she promises. “I don’t know why you make such a big deal out of the city.” “It’s big! And loud! And there’s, like, five thousand people in it!”

“We will finish this week, and we will talk about what comes next after it is over. I promise that I will take care of you.” I smile and let my tired eyes close. “I know you will.”

I shudder, heat flooding me, but Olbric is nowhere near done. He nips down my neck, focusing on the skin around the collar. “Because nothing gets you heated more than being used, isn’t that right, Dom? I could mount you in a pillory in the yard, a ring in your mouth so anyone could fuck it, let your cock hang down for anyone to play with. Everything that Arlon’s denied you this week, I’d let you have. You’ll cum until you’re dry, but your hole? That would only be for me.”

As much as I’m looking forward to tomorrow, I’m about ready for a break after all of this. No one warned me that being collared would tire me out mind, body, hole, and soul.

He catches me when the phallus is seated fully in me, but I stop all the same. I wail with need, my legs shaking. A hand tilts my chin, and I look up at Arlon through a haze of pleasure. His free hand slips five focuses down my cock. They spark sharply, wringing a surprise shout out of me. Arlon smiles as he leans close. “This is where I ruin you, Dominai.”

He sinks further into the pool, his arm relaxing around me now that I’m coherent enough to hold myself up. I still stay pressed against him, enjoying the simple comfort of it. Of all the new things the Crux introduced me to, this is one of my favorites. Just being able to enjoy the closeness of another person without having to say a godsdamn thing. We stay like that for a few long minutes, savoring the quiet.

“I’m sorry,” I say. I recognize that pain and know there’s nothing for it. That hole exists and no words can fill it.

Carrying the expectations of others, living or not, will only hold you back.” My smile comes out crooked. “Letting them go is easier said than done.” Arlon cups my head and presses a kiss to my forehead. “I know. We’re all products of where we came from,” he says gently. “Unlearning what we’ve been taught to expect from ourselves is no small task, but I can promise you that the work is worth it.”

The only thing that will hold you back now is that nagging little voice in your head that tells you that you aren’t enough.” My face heats, but he tilts my chin up with a finger when I try to look away. I swallow, and it suddenly feels like we’re talking about more than just Olbric’s collaring. His warm brown eyes seem to see straight into me. “It’s lying to you. Don’t let it win. You’re enough, Dom.”