Naomis Journey Ch 03 1

Disclaimer:

All characters in this story are 18+. Please be informed that there is mind control, manipulation, and non-consent.

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Naomi turned to face the Lady, whose silhouette loomed just beyond the haze of the perfumed orgy still spilling across the banquet hall. The pink-faced princes and princesses blurred together as the air, thick with sex and sweet decay, curled around Naomi's nose. Startled, she realized the smell reminded her of the slave markets, and as she recalled her time there for the first time since its occurrence, a faint memory of the name of her Lady danced between her thoughts.

And when had Naomi even begun to call this Lady her Lady?

But then another thought occurred to her. How had the Lady known about Felix? Naomi had put the image of Felix and all things meeting him deep in a mental box that she had locked and buried.

As if on cue, the Lady turned back to face Naomi with a fox-like grin on her dainty lips.

"Magic and instinct, darling," her Lady said.

She turned to trace the edge of her razor-sharp fingernails along Felix's jawline. Thin beads of blood bubbled where her nail traced. Naomi's eyes fell to Felix's face, which remained stoic and glazed. She wondered if he was really there or if her Lady's magic had also done something to him too.

"Yes, My Lady," Naomi said. The words came unbidden, ingrained now in her throat like a second breath. When had this desire to please developed and become so strong? How had these words become second nature to her?

The Lady then brought Felix to his knees. She looked down at Naomi, and Naomi could feel the command to meet her Lady's eye. Naomi watched as the Lady pressed Felix's handsome face to her pussy, glistening with need. Felix moved towards her Lady and positioned himself with his face away from Naomi's sight. The Lady laughed, as if laughing at a child, and firmly pushed his head back into Naomi's view. Naomi could feel the magic of the collar glue her eyes to the sight. She felt her tears burn, prickle, and then fall freely.

Felix knelt between the Lady's parted thighs, his lips reverent and slow as he kissed the soft, glistening folds of her sex. He began with featherlight licks, tracing the delicate lines of her lips as if committing them to memory. His tongue grew bolder, circling her clit in slow, deliberate motions that made her breath hitch and her fingers curl into his hair. The Lady's body arched under his touch, her sighs shifting to low, commanding moans as Felix's mouth worshipped her with a mixture of devotion and fear. When she grabbed the back of his head and ground herself against him, he responded eagerly, letting her use his face to ride each wave of her pleasure. Her taste coated his mouth. It was dark, floral, intoxicating. From the tensing of her body, he could feel her climax nearing, and he redoubled his efforts, determined to draw out every ounce of her release as he had been taught.

Naomi wept freely--her eyes obediently on her Lady and Felix's entangled forms. The Lady opened her eyes to see Naomi's blank face trailing with tears.

"Enough of that," the Lady said, as she raised one eyebrow and her lips pursed into a thin line of distaste, "your tears are meant only for me."

She shoved Felix's face away and nodded to Valencia, who came and began to clean his face with a cloth. Valencia moved to the Lady and dropped to her knees as she began to clean her Mistress of her juices with her tongue. The Lady bent down to Felix's ear and whispered to him. From Naomi's spot she couldn't discern what was being said. She had not been commanded to move, and she continued to stare at the two with her tear-stained face.

"All right, as you command it, Mistress," Naomi heard Felix respond.

He moved towards Naomi, his bright blue eyes never leaving her delicate face. He took his shirt off and wrapped it around her. Then, seeing some garments that had dropped from the table, he grabbed one and moved towards the table to get a jug of water and a bowl. He brought it to Naomi and began to gently wash her. He let the cool material begin to calm her, and he pressed feather-light kisses to her temple as he continued to clean her.

Slowly, she could feel her body begin to untense. The sharp edges of fear softened as her breathing slowed, each inhale deeper, steadier. The frantic drum of her heart began to find rhythm again, and with it, sensation returned like sunlight through a cracked door. First came the comfort from the weight of Felix's arm around her, the warm press of his chest, the soft cloth still brushing over her skin. His fingertips moved in lazy, careful strokes, wiping away the last traces of her ordeal like dust from a cherished relic. She sighed, almost without meaning to, leaning into him.

Then... the touch changed.

A pause. A breath. And then a wicked flick of his tongue against her temple. She blinked. He grinned.

"What?" he whispered, his voice low and teasing. "I'm not allowed to enjoy my job?"

His kisses trailed lower. He feathered them onto her soft cheek, then to her jaw, and then to the sensitive spot just beneath her ear. Each one lingered, lips warm and slightly damp, coaxing heat to bloom beneath her skin. Naomi gave a soft gasp as he nipped her earlobe with just enough pressure to make her shiver. His fingers found the small of her back, tracing circles as he pressed his mouth to the hollow of her throat.

"You smell like sugar and sin," he murmured, his breath tickling her skin. "It's driving me mad."

She laughed, startled by the lightness of it, but the laugh caught in her throat as he drew the tip of his tongue slowly across her collarbone. Her nipples tightened instinctively and her legs shifted as she instinctively closed them. Then, she slowly, slightly parted them... an invitation.

Felix pulled back for just a moment, his eyes glittering.

"Somebody is a little excited," he said, and pressed another kiss to the edge of her breast, letting his tongue sneak out just enough to tease the curve.

In the background, the drunk princess and princesses had lost interest in the antics amongst slaves. They were beginning to pleasure themselves and each other around the table. All of the brightly coloured cakes and pastries were being picked at by hands and smeared on naked flash. The fresh fruits burst as people rolled around releasing their sweet nectar. Sweet pink creams were being smeared on breasts, navels and shafts and getting licked away by the giggling crowd.

Valencia had finished her task of cleaning the Mistress with dutiful precision and now sprawled in the heart of the orgy, limbs tangled with eager bodies, her moans harmonizing with the chorus of pleasure around her. Slick with sweat and desire, she rode one princess's face while another prince pounded into her from behind, her cries of "Thank you, Mistress," rising with each climax. Her body trembled as waves of pleasure overtook her again and again, her gratitude spilling from her lips as freely as her arousal, each orgasm a sacred offering to the Lady who owned her completely.

It was only the Lady and her dark silhouette watching them.

Felix continued to clean her, each stroke of the cloth slower now, lingering on her ever curve. The function of cleaning her lost in irrelevance. He drew her gently into his lap, cradling her like a secret, and let the rag fall away. Then, with a soft kiss to her temple. His tongue traced the delicate bones of her collarbone before flicking playfully at the dip between them. She shivered under the touch, her breath catching as his mouth traveled lower. When his lips reached her breasts, he paused. She could feel the warmth of his breath steady against her skin as a ripple of gooseflesh erupted on her arms.

"You're trembling," he whispered, licking around one pert nipple without yet taking it into his mouth. "Don't be afraid of how much you want this."

Then he sucked. It was a slow and deep motion. And in one fluid second motion he drew her nipple between his lips and lapping at it with languid strokes. His other hand cupped her other breast, thumb circling the bud in lazy, tormenting spirals. Naomi moaned, her back beginning to arch, her fingers instinctively tangling in his hair. The pull of his mouth grew fiercer in waves. It was gentle at first and then playful as he nipped. He switched between soft teasing licks and firm sucks that left her nipple wet and throbbing.

"Felix..." she gasped, her voice almost a whimper.

"Shh..." he murmured into her skin. "We're only just beginning."

His kisses drifted lower again across the soft rise of her belly, nuzzling the indent of her navel, where he let his tongue circle maddeningly. She trembled under him, hips shifting with an aching impatience. He chuckled softly and kissed just beside her hipbone, then the inside of her thigh, ignoring the heat blooming between her legs.

"Felix--" she whimpered again, desperate now.

But he was in no rush. His hands slid beneath her thighs, urging them open wider, and he knelt between them like a man before an altar. Naomi could feel the air ghost across her slick folds. Her pussy was hot and heavy with want. She throbbed with the need for his tongue, her entire body vibrating with hunger. And still he paused, admiring her.

"You're so wet," he murmured. "So ready. But I want to taste every inch of you first."

He pressed a single, featherlight kiss to her outer lips. It was so soft she almost thought she imagined it. Then another. And another. His tongue dipped just barely between them, teasing, sampling, making her hips jerk up for more. Then he blew on her clit, watching it twitch.

Naomi cried out, trembling beneath him.

He grinned against her heat. "Sensitive little thing," he said, flicking his tongue across her clit in quick, deliberate strokes. Her thighs tensed around his shoulders. He wrapped his arms under them, locking her in place. Now she couldn't escape--even if she wanted to.

He began to lick in earnest then, his mouth hot and unrelenting. He circled her clit with the tip of his tongue, then pressed his tongue against it in full giving it long and wide licks. Just when she thought she might tip over into release, he'd pull back wickedly kissing her inner thighs and whispering things that made her even wetter.

Naomi writhe in pleasure. She had never imagined it could feel so her good. Her moans now half-broken sobs of desire echoed against the throng of pleasure still ongoing in the background. She reached for her breasts, tweaking her nipples as her hips bucked into his face.

He growled softly into her cunt, his tongue finding that perfect spot--sensitive, aching, hungry. She gasped, her body locking up as the pleasure swelled, too big to hold.

"Give it to me," Felix whispered, voice dark velvet against her folds. "Let me feel it."

She shattered.

Her orgasm hit like an unexpected storm on a sunny day. Her pussy clenching and spasmed against his tongue as her muscles trembled. He gentled licked through her release, drinking it down, groaning into her heat with animalistic pleasure. She could see his blue eyes sparkle with lust and a cheeky glint.

Felix finally pulled back from between her legs, his lips glistening with her arousal, his breath warm against her thigh. Naomi watched him through heavy-lidded eyes, her chest rising and falling with each ragged breath.

Then she saw it.

His throbbing cock thick, hard, flushed with need. The tip glistened with a bead of precum, catching the low candlelight like a jewel. Her mouth went dry at the sight, her lips parting unconsciously. A flicker of shame rose in her chest. He had seen everything, every filthy act she'd performed at her Lady's command. She remembered the taste of strangers, the parade of bodies, the humiliation...

But if he saw it in her eyes, he didn't flinch.

Instead, he moved with calm intent. Gently, confidently, he pushed her thighs apart again, spreading her wide and open to him. His cock slipped down, dragging through her soaked folds--smearing her juices and his slick together. He let it slap lazily against her clit, each wet tap making her twitch and moan. Her hips lifted toward him instinctively.

Then he leaned over her, catching her face in his hands. His fingers were tender, but firm, guiding her gaze to lock with his. He didn't speak. He didn't need to. That one look--deep, steady, unyielding--told her I see you. All of you. And I still want you.

Naomi nodded without realizing it.

Felix shifted, angling himself at her entrance. She felt the head of his cock nudge against her, firm and full. Her breath hitched. Slowly--so agonizingly slow--he began to push in. The stretch was intense, a fullness she hadn't expected. She gasped, her body tensing instinctively around him.

"You're doing perfect," he whispered, brushing her cheek with the back of his hand. He licked the corner of her mouth, tasting her, calming her.

She moaned into his kiss, and her body began to relax, melting into his rhythm. But he wasn't all the way in.

Not yet.

Felix groaned low in his throat, a sound of restraint and reverence. He reached down between them, his fingers slick with her wetness, and began to circle her clit. Featherlight at first, then deeper, firmer strokes. Naomi cried out, her body jolting with pleasure, hips lifting to meet him.

"That's it," he murmured, "let me in."

And she did.

Her legs opened wider, and with a slow, steady thrust, he slid deeper into her--inch by aching inch until he was fully seated inside. They gasped in unison as a sheen of sweat from her orgasm made their bodies slide. He stilled for a moment, letting her feel him. She could feel how deep he was and how completely he filled her. Naomi's walls fluttered around him.

Then he began to move.

His hips rolled against hers in smooth, powerful strokes. He kept his rhythm slow at first, savoring the way her body clung to his. With each thrust, he ground his pelvis against her, brushing her clit and making her cry out. His hands roamed her body--gripping her thighs, cupping her breasts, tracing her jaw. Every touch deliberate.

Every movement designed to unravel her.

"You like that?" he growled softly into her ear, his breath hot against her skin.

He licked her earlobe, then bit it gently.

Naomi moaned--high, breathless, undone. The rhythm of his thrusts, the wet sounds of their bodies meeting, the way he filled her so perfectly--it all began to spiral into something wild. Her hands clawed at his back, her nails digging into his skin as she begged for more without saying a word.

And Felix gave it to her.

Each stroke harder than the last, deeper, more demanding. His fingers danced over her clit in that steady, maddening rhythm. The pressure inside her built quickly now--tight and burning--ready to explode. Her body, slick with sweat and flushed with heat, bucked beneath him.

"Felix--!" she cried.

"I've got you," he whispered.

She exploded, screaming out as the pleasure overwhelmed her, wrapping her arms tightly around Felix. Her body trembled and shuddered beneath him, her pussy pulsing with the force of her climax. A warm pool of wetness spread between them, slick and undeniable. Naomi flushed with heat and pleasure, her breath coming in ragged gasps as her muscles slowly gave out beneath her.

Then came the familiar hum from the collar at her throat, low and pulsing like a secret spoken directly into her bones.

The realization struck her sharply. Her releases had not been hers. It had been allowed. Granted. A gift from the Lady. Her orgasms, like everything else now, belonged to someone else.

She did not dare glance toward the looming silhouette in the shadows. She could feel the Lady's eyes on her, a gaze so intense it seemed to stroke her skin, tracing every curve now damp with sweat and satisfaction. Naomi turned her face into Felix's shoulder, hiding herself in the comfort of his warmth. He smelled of skin and salt, of something tender and human, and it made her ache in a way that was almost worse than the desire.

Her body was soft now, spent and limp, her breath still catching every few seconds. Whether from the deep pull of the orgasms that had shaken her to her core or the pressure of her Lady's presence that never seemed to leave her, Naomi's eyes began to close.

Sleep took her slowly, curling around her like smoke, and she let it come.

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The first thing Naomi noticed was the swirl of soft colors and fabrics draped around her sleepy form. She stretched deliciously, feeling the long length of her legs arch with her dainty feet. From the scent of her skin permeating a sweet fruity smell she had been clean. She ran her fingers through her thick blond locks and the soft feel of clean hair confirmed that.

The sheets were impossibly smooth, like cool cream against her bare skin. Her eyes fluttered open slowly and she realized she had a soft cloth around her head. It didn't seem to be attached, rather it had a dainty string around it she could pull to release it easily. As she removed the sleeping mask she was greeted not by stone or chains, but rich tapestries and gauzy drapes that danced with the morning breeze. Sunlight poured through tall windows, dappled in gold, and a faint floral scent or roses clung to the air.

As she looked in the mirror she could see the extent of care that had been done to her nubile and lithe body. Her skin hadn't just been washed but oiled as it glowed a bronzy color she only got after many hours in the sun. Her lips were subtly tinted, her cheeks flushed with a delicate rose, and her lashes seemed longer, darker, as if brushed with magic. She blinked, stunned by the reflection staring back at her.

Around her neck, the collar remained. But, even that had been polished, gleaming like a mark of honor instead of ownership. Naomi sat up and her breath hitching as she took in the room. She didn't understand.

Then came the sound of silken steps.

The Lady entered, dressed in a sheer black gown that clung to her body like smoke. Her black hair was down, cascading over her shoulders, and her face was serene, almost kind. Naomi stiffened out of instinct, but the Lady only smiled and crossed to her bedside.

"I thought you deserved something beautiful," she said, running a finger lightly across Naomi's shoulder, "after yesterday. You pleased me."

Naomi's throat tightened. Praise? She wasn't sure if it made her proud or panicked.

"I... thank you, my Lady."

"Good girl," the Lady purred, sitting on the edge of the bed, "do you like your reward?"

Naomi nodded. "Yes, my Lady."

"Speak truthfully, slave."

Naomi swallowed. "It's beautiful. I just... I don't understand."

The Lady chuckled and leaned in, her lips brushing Naomi's temple. "Of course you don't. You're used to pain. To being used. But pleasure, little one... this is my favorite way to mold a pet. When she doesn't know whether to fear me or crave me."

Naomi trembled, unsure whether she wanted to pull away or sink into that silken voice forever.

"Come," the Lady said, rising to her feet and leading Naomi by the leash attached to her collar.

They entered a bathing chamber. A marble tub steamed with perfumed water, petals floating on the surface. The Lady disrobed slowly, letting the black silk slide from her body, revealing her perfect, powerful form. Naomi's breath caught at the sight of her Lady's pearly luminscent skin.

"In," the Lady commanded gently, stepping into the bath.

Naomi obeyed.

The water enveloped her like a dream. The Lady guided Naomi to sit between her parted thighs, cradled against her like a lover. The Lady's fingers stroked Naomi's arms, her ribs, her breasts with unhurried affection. For a moment, Naomi forgot the collar, forgot the hunger, forgot even Felix.