Serenity. Tranquility. The silence of the library was her sanctuary.
Blake was by nature a solitary creature. Of course she had grown to love and care for her teammates, they were all amazing girls. Even Weiss, much to her surprise, had endeared herself to Blake's heart. There were still times, however, where Blake valued her free time. Her personal time. Her quiet time.
There was no better place to spend it then in the library.
The smell of paper and ink in the thousands of books was like an old friend. Sturdy wooden tables and chairs were hard and unpadded, yet Blake welcomed their stiff embrace. They prevented her from becoming too relaxed, and thus losing focus. She had a mission, after all. One that she would not trouble her teammates to become involved with.
She was never alone in the building, but some of her company on this day surprised her. Cardin Winchester had his nose buried deep in a book, his face obscured by it and probably trying to hide the pair of glasses he wore on his nose. Blake could tell by the amount of times he had to reach up and adjust them that they were unfamiliar to him. She smirked as she watched his hand reach up behind the book once more. Perhaps he should invest in contact lenses.
Then there was Jaune. Ever since the school year began he had been struggling, trailing behind the rest of his classmates in both academic and physical ability. To see him here at a table with a textbook open in front of him warmed Blake's heart. There wasn't even a comic book hidden inside this time. He was doing his best to improve himself any way he could. Even if that meant studying extra on his own. Blue eyes were so focused on the book laid out before him that she could have sworn he was trying to drill holes in them from his gaze alone. Now there was a boy who was putting his all into studying.
Watching people was interesting when they were out in the wild. You got to see how they behaved when their guard was down. When every little facial tic could be witnessed. Every odd habit. Blinking patterns. Scrunching noses. Biting lips. Where Cardin adjusted his glasses every few minutes, Jaune scratched the back of his neck like he was nervous about something. She doubted either even knew of the unconscious habits, but she did.
Suddenly Jaune got up in a hurry, closing his textbook and grabbing it before rushing from the table. He made it about halfway to the library door before his eyes locked with hers. He smiled warmly as he approached her table.
"Hey, Blake. Sorry no time to chat, gotta go."
Blake smiled softly back at him. That was fine. She wasn't here to chat. Still... curiosity got the better of her.
"And where are you off to in such a hurry?" she wondered.
"Training with Pyrrha. I gotta hurry before I'm late. She's a..." he started before his smile deepened, teeth coming down to play with his bottom lip. "Well, she's a real slave driver when it comes to training, and she takes my improvement really seriously. She isn't a four time champion for nothing."
Blake nodded in understanding. "I see. Well you'd better get going then."
"Yup. See you later, Blake," he waved, not even waiting for her response before rushing off.
She lazily lifted a few fingers in a wave of her own as she watched him hurry out of the library. That was nice. A short and simple talk with a friend. Friend... acquaintance? She didn't hang out with Jaune nearly enough to consider him a friend like say, Sun. Definitely not on the same level as her teammates. Jaune was somewhere between an acquaintance and a friend. He was a nice boy. Harmless enough. Kind to everyone he met, even Cardin now after an incident which had happened in Forever Fall.
She'd heard the story from Ruby and Weiss, about how he had risked his life to defend Cardin from an Ursa. As much as she didn't care for the racist boy, Blake didn't believe Cardin should die for his ignorance. Rather he should be educated and attempt to overcome his hate. Perhaps being rescued by a boy he'd previously been bullying would show Cardin that hate was not the answer.
A glance back at the table Jaune had been sitting at showed the faunus girl that he'd left his scroll sitting on its surface. Blake couldn't help but smirk. What a dork. Some things you just couldn't train out of a person, and Jaune's dorkiness was one of them. It was probably better that way, in all honesty. Being a dork was part Jaune's innocent charm.
Blake stood from her seat and went to grab Jaune's scroll before someone else did. She would give it back to him later when he was done training. After all, she didn't want to interrupt his session when he'd said how seriously Pyrrha took it. She slipped it inside her pocket and moved to sit back down...
Until it felt like the device was beginning to burn a hole in her pants.
This time it was Blake who bit down on her lip. The saying was that curiously killed the cat, but she still couldn't help but being just that. As much as she was a solitary creature, Blake was also a curious one. She wondered what kinds of secrets lay hidden on her classmate's scroll.
Better me finding out than Cardin, she justified to herself with a glance over at where the large young man still sat. And it's not like I'm going to judge the guy if I find anything weird.
She was an ex-terrorist, after all. She had no room to judge anyone.
Blake hurried back over to her corner table spot, sitting with her back against the wall. She pulled Jaune's scroll out and was pleased to find it had no pass code. On a surface level it seemed fairly mundane. Normal even. However, a tap of his web browser would soon reveal just what kinds of things he'd been doing lately.
"Let's see your browsing history..." she murmured to herself.
She expected to find porn. It was only natural for a guy his age. However, when the names of the videos came up, her golden eyes nearly bulged out of her skull in disbelief.
A shaky, shuddering breath slipped from her lips, and Blake had to cover her hand with a mouth to stifle the sounds. This was unreal. This couldn't be right. Yet it was right there in front of her. Could it be… could Jaune really be into this sort of thing?
It wasn't a one-time thing. His history was filled with it. Videos. Images. Stretching back days and weeks. As far as his history was saved. Yes. It was true. Jaune was into it. Jaune had a certain fetish which Blake was more than familiar with.
Jaune was a submissive type. One who wanted to be dominated by a woman. The material in question wasn't particularly painful or degrading in nature, but it was obvious that Jaune got off on the idea of a woman being in control, and having his stripped away from him.
Blake, although she had never done it herself, wanted to be that dominant woman. Though she was experienced in the pleasures of the flesh, she'd never had an opportunity to try out this particular kink. One she'd read about extensively in her graphic novels and erotic literature. One which give her all the power and control she'd ever sought.
She shut the scroll off and shoved it back into her pocket. She would have to improvise, but she believed she would be able to give Jaune what both of them wanted. He was busy training right now. That was perfect. It would give her a little bit of time to prepare.
As she stood up another shaky breath shot through her nose. Oh she would give him his scroll back, all right. That and so much more.
Blake didn't realize that a wicked grin had spread across her face until she caught Cardin staring at her with confusion. Even a little bit of fear. She quickly wiped the expression off of her face and hurried from the library with the same speed as Jaune had. She had preparations to make. The night was still young, and before it was over she had a feeling that both of their worlds would change forever.
The door was unlocked just as she said it would be. Pushing it open, Jaune stepped inside the room of the exchange student dormitory building.
Darkness greeted him, save for the one unusual source of illumination in the room. Red candles burned and flickered inside small clear glasses, giving off an ominous and foreboding feeling for the boy as he wondered where the girl who had summoned him could be. All he'd come here for was to retrieve his scroll, and already he felt as though he'd walked in on some scene out of a horror movie.
He was instantly on guard, though he chose to make the first classic mistake of any victim in a horror movie. "Hello?" he called out softly. "Blake?"
Obviously someone was here, or had been here, but there was no sign of his friend. This better not have been some sort of prank. Not that Blake was the type to play tricks on people, but still, there was something more to this scene than simply coming to get his scroll back. After all, she lived across the hall from him. She could have easily given it to him back at their own dorm.
"Thank you for coming," he heard a voice say from behind. Jaune turned to see a shadowy figure standing in the doorway between the dorm room and its connected bathroom.
Even in the dim candlelight Jaune could tell it was Blake, and she was clad in black leather. Not just the leather pants he'd seen her wear around campus on occasion, but a full leather catsuit. It hugged her body tightly, leaving none of her amazing curves to the imagination.
"Um, sure. No problem." Jaune swallowed as he continued to drink in the sight of the faunus girl who leaned one hip against the doorframe, and had a hand on her other hip as she watched him with seeming interest. "So why did you ask to meet here?"
Blake sauntered slowly toward him, her hips swaying noticeably with each step she took. "Take a seat, Jaune. I'll explain everything."
The sound of heels clicked on the wooden floor as she neared. Jaune saw that she wore no bow. Just the catsuit and the boots.
"Do you have my sc-"
"I said sit!" she snapped.
Jaune had never sat down quicker in his life. Moving to the nearest bed he took a seat on the edge of the mattress, feeling his heart beginning to race as he peered up at the black-clad girl who had come to stand above him.
"Good boy," she purred, a satisfied smirk on her lips. "How do you feel?"
Honestly? Jaune felt a bit apprehensive, yet excited. He couldn't deny that Blake looked amazing in the skin tight suit. It accentuated a bust he didn't know she had. It especially pronounced her wide hips, and if she turned around, what was sure to be a glorious rear end.
"Fine," he answered with a bit of a nervous squeak. "So, um, about-"
"Your scroll," Blake finished, her domineering voice cutting him off once more. "Yes I have your scroll. I've also looked at it and have seen what you search for in your spare time."
Jaune's blood ran cold. It was mortifying to know someone found out about his kink. "What did you see?"
"Everything," she smirked knowingly. "My, my, Jaune. What a dirty and depraved little boy you are. I had no idea you were into that sort of thing. What would our friends think? What would your teammates think? Worst of all, what would Weiss think if she knew the boy who had a crush on her was also a little deviant who wanted to be dominated by a woman?"
What would they think? Probably terrible, horrible things about him. Everyone had their kinks, sure, but not all of them involved what Jaune liked. Most men preferred to be dominant when it came to sex. Jaune on the other hand… well… he wouldn't have minded that, but what really got him going was the idea of a strong woman taking control of him. Especially a girl who was smaller than him.
Jaune knew he was screwed. He was beyond embarrassed right now. Worried too. "So is that what this is about?" he whispered darkly. "Are you going to blackmail me like Cardin did when he found out about my transcripts?" He couldn't believe that someone he thought was his friend would do such a thing to him. Especially someone like Blake who was a faunus, and probably used to being mistreated by others.
"Blackmail?" Blake asked. "Oh no, Jaune. Blackmail would imply that only one of us would be getting something out of it. And while I'm sure on some level you might enjoy that sort of thing..."
The boy gulped as Blake stood over him. He stared up at her narrowed golden eyes. Her hands were on her hips as she glared down at him with a frown.
She leaned over to whisper into his ear. "I could also give you everything you want," she spoke, her breath tickling his ear. "And everything I want too."
Blake pulled back and Jaune saw a satisfied grin on her lips. He bit down on his own, awaiting some sort of explanation.
"What do you mean?" he finally asked when none were forthcoming.
"Tell me, Jaune. Do you enjoy the idea of a woman who's smaller than you having her way with you? Be honest with me."
He'd never done it before, but he enjoyed watching porn of it. He nodded meekly. "Yeah..."
She hummed a laugh. It was a bit humiliating. "Do you enjoy the idea of being stripped down, leashed, and used as a plaything for a strong, dominant woman?"
Jaune began to grow hard at the sultry words. "Yes..."
Blake placed her hands on his shoulders and straddled his legs. His breath hitched. He felt her weight pressing down on his legs. His crotch. His growing hardness. The leather of her catsuit rubbed against the bare skin of his arms. She dug her nails into his shoulders through his shirt and Jaune hissed with delight at the sensation.
"Do you enjoy the idea of being this faunus' little human slave?" she growled softly, her face dangerously close to his. "Mine to use for my own satisfaction however I please?"
It finally hit him. He realized what was going on. The private meeting. The candles. The leather. Blake's strange new attitude toward him. It had taken her to spell it out for him, but he realized what she was doing.
Jaune took a deep, shuddering breath. He nodded as he stared into her hard eyes. "Gods yes..."
She wrapped her hands around the back of his neck. "Then I believe we can come to a little arrangement, Jaune. As it turns out I'm into the same fetish as you are, just on the opposite end of the spectrum. It's so, so hard to find someone in our profession, our school, to submit for me. I haven't gotten off once since coming here." A hand moved to stroke his cheek slowly and provocatively. "However... if you'd like to indulge in your little fantasies, I would be more than willing to provide for you, so long as you're able to indulge in mine..."
Jaune knew exactly what Blake was getting at. He knew what she expected of him if he agreed. He'd seen enough of it in his videos. He knew exactly what he'd get from her in return.
He nodded once more in agreement, this time eagerly. How could he not? Blake was all but offering this teenage boy the world. "Yeah. Let's do it."
"Let's do it, who?"
"Blake."
"No. When were alone you will refer to me as Mistress. Mistress Shadowcat."
Shadowcat? It sounded a bit… unusual, but then again he was the one who had a kink for being dominated. He wasn't about to judge Blake for her roleplaying name.
"Yes, Mistress Shadowcat. Let's do it."
Blake cupped a cheek lovingly with her palm. "That's what I was hoping you'd say." She stood up and took a step away from him. "Now strip for your mistress."
Removed from the warm embrace of his friend, it suddenly hit Jaune was he was about to do. It was one thing to fantasize or talk about doing it, but it was quite another to actually go through with it. No one outside of his family members, and even then that was only when he'd been a baby, had seen him naked. He was about to strip down for Blake here in this dorm room. It was a good thing he was nice and clean after showering.
Just as he stood up he watched Blake take a seat on one of the adjacent beds, crossing one leg over the other and placing her hands on the topmost knee. She stared up at him expectantly as he reached for the bottom of his hoodie. He pulled it up over his head, leaving only jeans and a black t-shirt left for him to remove.
"I'm curious," she said, still not removing her eyes from him as he disrobed. "How did you get into this sort of kink anyway?"
Truthfully it was a question that even Jaune didn't know the sure answer to. As he pulled his shirt off next, he thought about the answer he'd once given himself when he first got into watching those sorts of videos.
"Well, growing up I kind of had to deal with a lot from my sisters," he explained. "They liked to tease me, and the older ones were usually stronger than me. Or at least had stronger personalities than my own…"
Jaune knew that he had been a gentle boy growing up. It was a wonder that his parents had agreed to let him go to Beacon Academy. Surely if they knew the whole truth behind it they would have turned him down in a heartbeat.
"You got it from your sisters?" Blake asked, and even in the candlelight Jaune could see her eyebrows raised in interest.
He quickly put his hands out in front of him. "Oh no, no. Gods, no. Nothing like that. It's just… I don't know. I really can't explain it. That's all I could come up with though."
Blake hummed in thought, and apparently his answer had sated her curiosity. She still never broke her gaze from him, and she drank in the sight of his bare chest in front of her. "Very nice," she complimented genuinely. "I see Pyrrha's been working you hard."
Jaune was proud of what his body had become since coming to Beacon. Getting a compliment from Blake like this made the whole undressing process a lot easier. "Thanks."
"Tell me. Does she ever… you know." She gestured at him with a hand. "With you?"
Jaune's eyes widened in surprise. He shook his head fervently. "Nope. Never." He wanted to make it crystal clear that Pyrrha was not into him like that.
"Oh. I'm surprised. I thought for certain that a strong woman like her would have satisfied your cravings."
Jaune shook his head once more. "Nope. Just friends. Partners. That's it."
"Well good. More for me. Now…" she pointed down to his waist. "The pants."
He took a deep breath. This was it. A part of him he'd never shown to a girl before… though it was good that he was at least hard. He wasn't embarrassed of his size, and considering Blake was going to have to see it eventually in order to do the things they were going to do, he might as well just get it over with.
Slipping his thumbs down both the insides of his waistband and that of his boxers, Jaune pulled them both down in one fell swoop, stepping out of them and allowing his erection to stand tall and proud. Much to his relief Blake didn't laugh. She didn't wince. No, if nothing her reaction was nothing but positive. He saw the way the tip of her tongue poked out from her lips. He wasn't sure if she herself realized she'd done so.
"Very nice," she finally said. "I think I'm going to enjoy myself tonight."
Jaune smiled and nodded. "I hope so."
Blake stood once more and stepped close to him. Her palms came to rest on his chest, and when she rubbed down it felt like bolts of electricity were surging through his body. Her touch was feather-light, yet there was the force of a truck behind it as she urged him back. "Lie down," she ordered softly.
He was all too willing to comply.
Jaune sat down atop the bed, his nude body scooting until he laid entirely across its length. Blake followed after him, his leather catsuit feeling cool against his naked flesh as she straddled him. His heart was racing. His mouth was dry.
As she took hold of his hands, it was also just the beginning.
Blake had been forced to improvise for the most part. In time she would be able to acquire all the necessary items she wanted, but for now this would do. This would more than do.
Jaune offered no resistance as she took his hands and placed them behind him against the headboard of the bed. Luckily there was a beautiful little pillar on either side of the wood, and that would do just fine for what came next.
The ribbon of Gambol Shroud came out and she stretched it out in front of her for Jaune to see. He made no protest as she reached up to tie his hands to the post, wrapping it around the boy's wrists so they were constricted together tightly. With a final tug she was finished, and Jaune was all but at her mercy. A shaky breath slipped from her lips when she looked down at the bound boy beneath her.
"Is this okay?" she asked softly.
Jaune nodded. "Yeah. It's fine. It isn't digging into my skin or cutting off the blood or anything."
Blake smiled softly. Dominating wasn't about causing pain or discomfort, after all. That would be akin to breaking your favorite toy while playing with it. After one use it would be ruined.
Just to be sure, though, she needed to be safe. She knew that this kind of play had safeguards in mind. "We'll need a safe word," she informed him. "Just in case things get too intense. It's your first time, after all."
It was hers too. Not her first time having sex though, Adam had made sure of that. It was, however, her first time being in control. Her first time dictating the actions and the pace.
Adam had been content to bend her over and ruthlessly pound her until he'd came. More often than not Blake was left unfulfilled before he got dressed to get back to fighting the good fight. Back then she'd believed in that excuse. She believed he just needed stress relief from the job. Now though she knew he was just a selfish lover. She would not be one, even if she was the one in control.
She bent over and put her lips close to his ear. "The safe word is 'Cardin'," she whispered before coming back up to gauge his reaction.
He didn't disappoint, and Blake saw how his eyes squinted up at her. "Doesn't that mean I'll just be screaming 'Cardin' in the middle of sex when things are getting too intense?"
Blake grinned wickedly. This was so much fun already. "That's right. Normally I would be very displeased if you screamed another's name while I had my way with you, but... this just amuses me far too much to ignore."
Jaune blushed. "Okay. Cardin it is…"
Her leather-clad body shook softly with mirth. She grazed his cheek lovingly with the backs of her fingers. "That's a good boy."
The leash came next. She had to borrow it from Ruby, and more particularly Zwei, but she would be sure to return it when she was done with it. Or perhaps even buy a new one entirely. She needed one for tonight though. She wouldn't do without her human pet having a leash of his own.
Blake placed the collar around Jaune's neck, and the boy stared down at it as she did so. Blake trailed her fingers down his bare chest when she was finished, scraping into his skin gently with her fingernails. Jaune hissed softly under her touch, and Blake shuddered in delight once more.
"A good boy needs a collar, doesn't he?" she asked amusedly. "And you're my best boy, aren't you?"
Jaune sucked in an eager breath through his nose. "Woof," he growled softly.
Normally Blake didn't like dogs, but for this loyal boy she would make an exception. The irony that she was a faunus and he was a human being leashed wasn't lost on her. Right now it didn't matter how backwards or wrong it seemed. All that mattered right now was that it was clearly turning them both on.
Finally came the last piece of her hastily-improvised equipment. A sleeping mask, more specifically Ruby's sleeping mask, came out. She dangled it down over Jaune's chest for him to see, and like before he showed no qualms about it as she leaned over to slip the strap over the top of his head.
Hands bound. Blindfolded. Leashed. Jaune lay on the bed beneath her completely at her mercy. His complete trust placed in her hands. Willfully handing over all power to her. It was a turn-on the likes Blake had never felt before.
Blake was finally able to turn her complete and full attention to the nude boy's body now that he was primed and ready to go. Pyrrha had indeed done wonders with him, and Blake pressed her hands down on his developed pectoral muscles. She ran them down, feeling the hard muscles beneath his flesh as they trailed over his abs next. Not as developed as Sun's to be sure, but they were still nice. They were hers for the taking.
"Such a nice body for me to play with," she purred softly, digging her sharp nails into his skin and earning another gasp from Jaune. "Your mistress is pleased."
Full and heavy breaths from the boy was her response. She was fine with that. A good boy would not speak unless prompted to. Jaune knew his place already.
Blake crawled off of him and stood up, probably much to Jaune's disappointment. He wouldn't be disappointed for long though. Not with what came next.
The sound of the zipper must have been deafening to the boy who had to rely on hearing now, and Blake slowly slipped out of her catsuit as she stood next to the bed Jaune was tied to. A part of her still couldn't believe she was being this intimate with Jaune of all people. She knew Sun would have jumped at the opportunity to do this sort of thing with her, but it would have been entirely to please her. To simply go along with it because he was into her, rather than do it because he was into it. With Jaune it was mutually beneficial, and that was what Blake wanted. She wanted a sub who would get gratification out of her being his dom. Not someone who simply did it because he wanted her body.
And what a body it was. As the leather suit hit the floor Blake's own nude form was on full display, not that Jaune could see it. Perky breasts stood tall, nipples erect from both the cool air and arousal. Her body slimmed down below her full bust before widening again at the hips, where she knew that her ample backside was the stuff of men's dreams. Long pale legs stood ready to mount Jaune again, and he was in for a surprise when she did.
Blake moved back over to the side of the bed, peering down at the boy who must have been eagerly awaiting her next move. "Did you hear that, Jaune?" she asked softly.
He nodded. "Yes, mistress."
"What do you think is happening?"
His teeth toyed with his lips ever so adorably before he answered. "You're… you're taking off your clothes."
Blake enjoyed the fact that the simple sound of her zipper could elicit such excitement from the bound boy. "Does the thought of that excite you?" she asked, already knowing the answer by how she saw his cock twitch.
"Yes, mistress."
She did oh so love the sound of that title being spoken to her. "What do you want for me to do with you now?"
"Anything you want."
A good answer. One befitting of her subservient little human. "Anything?" she asked playfully. Blake placed her hands on the bed and crawled back on top of it. More specifically, back on top of Jaune. She straddled him on his upper thighs again right below his cock. A cock pointing directly up at her in yearning desire. "I can think of quite a few things, Jaune."
Blake wrapped her hand around the leash until there was no slack left in it. She tugged on it, forcing Jaune's head up closer to her. With her left hand she gripped his throat, tight enough for him to feel, but not so much to cut off his flow of oxygen. Jaune's mouth was agape, and she slipped her thumb inside his lips, probing at his tongue until his mouth shut. He slowly began to suck the tip of it as Blake released her hold on the leash, and moved her hand down beneath her legs.
A pair of fingers found her clit even as Jaune sucked on her other thumb, and Blake breathed in lustful gasps as she stimulated herself. Her fingers dug deeper into Jaune's throat, and Jaune suckled her harder in response.
"Good boy," she gasped, feeling herself grow warmer and wetter as she played with herself. "Serve your mistress…"
Blake wanted to close her eyes as she was pleasured by both herself and her toy, but she also didn't want to lose sight of every twitch of Jaune's face. Though she couldn't see his eyes behind the mask he wore, she could see every muscle under his face move as she gripped him by the throat. The level of control was empowering and intoxicating. She'd never felt more alive than now when she had another person's safety and trust entirely in her hands.
She pushed Jaune's head back down onto the pillow, finally releasing her hold on his throat. Jaune took a deep breath, releasing it with a shaky heave of his chest. For him it was more about the pleasure of what had just occurred than the need for oxygen in his lungs.
There was still a large and powerful cock right in front of her. It was about time she gave it a little attention. "Would you like your mistress to play with your cock?" she asked him.
Jaune nodded. "Yes, mistress."
Wrapping her slender fingers around its shaft, Blake marveled at how large it was compared to her hand. Blake's hands were tiny and petite compared to Jaune's own, and the look of her hand wrapped around it made Jaune's size look especially enormous and imposing. She would get a feel of just how true that was in due time. She was impressed, enough to cause her tongue to unconsciously dart out and lick her lips.
Blake began pumping his shaft slowly, watching his facial reactions as she did so. More shaky and throaty breaths were forced from the boy's lips as she began to pleasure him.
"If you cum without my permission I'll be very disappointed in you, Jaune," she warned him.
Another deep breath came from his lungs. "I understand, mistress."
Blake chuckled darkly as she stroked up and down on his length. From the base to the head, her hand felt all of his hot and engorged member. All of hers to enjoy. Jaune's cock was now the property of Mistress Shadowcat.
"Some leader you are," she teased, knowing that it was all just part of their play. "What would your team think if they knew you took orders from me now?"
Jaune's breathing had started to become labored. With how much she was pumping him, she knew why.
"Imagine what Nora would think if she knew you were wearing a collar," she snarled softly, leaning down closer to his face. "She would lose all respect for her fearless leader if she knew he was a submissive little man." Never mind the fact that he stood over six feet tall, but height didn't really matter when he was flat on his back with her on top of him.
Blake felt his legs beginning to squirm underneath her. He was fighting. He was fighting so hard not to climax, but it didn't matter. Jaune was getting off both to her hand around his cock and her voice talking down to him. Truth be told, Blake loved it too.
She stuck a pair of fingers back into her pussy and began thrusting softly into herself even as she pumped Jaune's dick.
"Don't you dare cum, Jaune," she breathed shakily as she fingered herself. "You don't get to cum until I allow you to."
His face was tormented by blissful agony. He wanted to cum. She could tell. Jaune's teeth grit together. His face spasmed in uncontrollable rapture. Underneath her she felt his legs squeeze together. He was trying so hard to prevent his own pleasure in order to satisfy her. Blake loved it too, and her practiced fingers were bringing her closer and closer to her own climax. And yet… why would she do such a thing when she had someone to do that for her now?
Blake released her hold on Jaune before he'd reached the point of no return, denying his orgasm as she herself denied her own. Removing her fingers from her pussy, Blake placed her hands on his shoulders and slid herself up his body, leaving a trail of her lustful juices on his chest as she did so. She sat on his chest just below his neck now, staring down at Jaune's sweaty and panting face.
A hand slick with her own desire cupped his face a she stared down at him. "Do you wish to please your mistress, Jaune?"
He was quick to nod. "Yes, mistress."
"Do you want to eat this pussy until your face is drenched in my desire and satisfaction?"
"Yes, please."
Blake smiled warmly down upon him, stroking his cheek with the backs of her fingers. "Very well. If you satisfy me you'll earn a reward. Would you like a reward, Jaune?"
"I'd love a reward, mistress."
"Then make sure to get deep in there. Lick and suck until your jaw feels like it will fall off, and you'll get a reward."
Gripping the headboard of the bed with her hands, Blake made the final push until her crotch hovered over Jaune's face. Lowering herself onto him gently, she gasped as her lips met his. Jaune wasted no time in attacking her wet cunt with his lips and tongue, and Blake finally allowed her full weight to rest on him as he went all out at her yearning sex.
Golden eyes widened, and Blake sucked in a desperate gasp as she felt the pleasure of Jaune's mouth crashing over her. "Oh gods!" she squeaked in complete and utter unpreparedness.
It was a good thing Jaune couldn't see her face right now, because she must have looked like anything but a dominant mistress right now. Mouth agape and eyes wide, Blake's chest heaved as Jaune's tongue licked and poked into her moist pussy lips, mercilessly attacking all around, and especially focusing on the tiny little pleasure center that was her clit. She'd never felt anything so wonderful before. Not from herself, and certainly not from Adam.
"Oh gods… oh gods…" she gasped, gripping the headboard tightly and leaning down to rest her forehead against it. "Good boy…" she praised, unsure if he could even hear her desperate words from beneath her. "Good boy, Jaune… eat my pussy…"
He was relentless. Insatiable. Voracious. Like a traveler who'd trekked through the desert without water coming upon an oasis, Jaune licked and licked. Sucked and sucked. He swallowed everything she gave to him and wordlessly begged for more. Blake was losing her mind as he ate her pussy, moaning sharp and ragged cries as she neared her climax. All she had to do was sit there and let Jaune work his magic as his tongue explored every bit of her that it could reach.
"Aahhh… Jaune!" she groaned, nails digging into the wood of the headboard. One of her hands moved to grip his hair, squeezing down on it hard in a show of appreciation. "Jaune… I- I- fuck!"
Blake's back arched as Jaune forced her over the edge, and she cried out in bliss as she came. She was sure that Jaune's face was utterly doused by her body's wet desire, but he kept going. He kept eating. He kept licking and sucking as wave after wave of pleasure battered her like the roiling waves of a storm on a ship's hull. And much like a ship on stormy waters, Blake's body had finally had enough, and she capsized as she fell away from Jaune's face and crashed back-first onto the bed between his long legs.
Her eyes were closed and her chest heaved as she sucked oxygen into her lungs. Her head was spinning. Her mind was foggy, but she knew one thing for certain. Jaune had just given her the most intense and mind-blowing orgasm of her life with that tongue of his. She just had to take a minute to recover as she lay back between his legs, her head resting between his feet. Her own legs pointed up on either side of his head.
After what seemed like an eternity she heard a voice. One calling out to her in concern. "Are you okay, mistress?"
Normally it would be the dominant partner who would be asking the submissive one that question. Blake was slow to recover, but she sat up to regard her still bound and trapped lover. Jaune's head was raised as if to look at her, though he couldn't see her through his mask. She appreciated the sentiment regardless.
"I'm fine," she answered, feeling her heart still racing inside her chest. "You… you did very well, my slave," she managed through her panting breaths. "Your mistress is very pleased with your performance."
How could she not be? That had been the single most satisfying orgasm she'd ever had. A combination of the mood and atmosphere of her hidden kink along with Jaune's own performance had produced everything she'd ever dreamed about. She could get used to this. Knowing Jaune was into it too, she would get used to this. This would only be the first time of many that she would leash the boy up and have him satisfy her.
"Thank you, mistress," he smiled earnestly. "It's my pleasure to please you."
That it was. But it was also her pleasure to please him. Dom and sub was give and take. This wasn't just for her own satisfaction, but for his as well. Jaune had done a wonderful job playing his part for her benefit, and now she would play her part for his.
Blake adjusted herself so she was on her knees, kneeling between Jaune's legs on the bed. "I think you deserve a reward for being such a good boy. What would you like, Jaune?"
His mouth was still filled with the taste of her. He still felt the wetness he'd forced from her on his skin. Though he couldn't see a thing, the stimulation to his other senses was only enhanced by this.
Jaune had just gotten his first taste of pussy, but despite the fact that he'd obviously pleased Blake, he wanted more. Now she was asking him what he wanted. When it came to Blake in particular, there was one answer which came easily.
"Well…" he began uneasily. He wasn't sure why he felt any apprehension at all. After what they'd just done together there was no room for modesty anymore. "Your butt. I've heard amazing things about your butt…"
The Bellabooty was a thing of locker room legend among his peers. Guys often held mock debates over who had the better ass, Blake or Weiss. The Bellabooty and the Schneehind as they were come to be known, had no winner or correct answer. It was all a matter of preference, and right now Jaune had only one preference after what he'd gotten a glimpse of in that leather catsuit of Blake's.
"You want to touch my butt?" she asked, a warm amusement in her tone.
Jaune nodded softly. "Yes, mistress…"
He heard a throaty chuckle come from her, as well as feeling her weight shift on the bed. "I think that can be arranged."
He didn't know what would come next until he felt it. Something warm. Something moist. Something impossibly soft and pillowy engulfing his engorged penis.
Jaune sucked in a breath as it overtook him completely. He couldn't see, but he could take a very educated guess to what it was. Wrapped around and completely encasing his cock were the thick and full cheeks of Blake Belladonna's ass.
She began sliding it up and down on him, and Jaune's sensitive head was feeling the full brunt of Blake's assault. Jaune bit back a moan as pleasure surged through every nerve of his body.
"How does that feel, Jaune?" she asked as she gave what he could only describe in his mind as a buttjob.
He wanted to thrust up so badly, but he knew that he shouldn't take the initiative without her prompting him to. As such, all he could do was lie there and enjoy the feeling of his cock nestled snugly in her ample cheeks.
"Amazing," he breathed, his head digging back into the pillow as she assaulted him with her finest asset. "So amazing…"
"Is it everything you ever thought it would be?" she continued. "Does your mistress have the finest ass in all of Beacon?"
As far as Jaune was concerned, the contest between Blake and Weiss was over. Blake was the winner hands-down. "Yes. You have the best ass ever… of all time…"
He heard her chuckle again as she slid up and down on his length. "That's saying something coming from you. You have a nice butt as well, Jaune. I never realized that until today."
Jaune's toes flexed and his ankles twisted as Blake ruthlessly stimulated him. He could only half focus on her words as her unseen ass brought him closer and closer to climax. "T-thank you…"
"Are you close?" she asked. "I didn't give you permission to cum yet, Jaune."
Despite the question Blake didn't let up. She kept going, seemingly uncaring that her actions were threatening to send him over the edge. It wasn't his place to ask her ease up on him. He had to endure. He had to persevere. That was his role here. To do as his mistress commanded. He could not and would not cum.
All he could do was squirm beneath her as she brought him closer and closer. She had to be able to see it from her position on him. His twitching feet. His kicking legs. He was seconds away from exploding onto her ass and lower back. There was nothing he could do.
His grunted labored breaths through gritted teeth. He squeezed his eyes shut despite them being blindfolded. He was almost there. He was so close. He was going to…
Blake leaned forward, removing his cock from her ass cheeks and stopping his impending orgasm in its tracks.
He felt her weight shift again on the bed, and a familiar feeling of her straddling his thighs returned. Hands pressed down on his bare chest once more, and fingernails dug into his flesh as she ran them down his body like an actual clawed paw. Jaune winced and gasped. It was enough so that he could feel their sting, but not enough to be unpleasantly painful. Likely not enough to cause him to bleed either, though he couldn't see if her scratch marks had pierced his skin.
"This kitty has claws, Jaune," she purred, and again she trailed her sharp fingers down the skin of his chest. "Do you like when they scratch you?"
He nodded with a shaky breath. "Yes…"
"Scratch marks to show that you're mine," she pressed, again dragging her nails down. "Don't go healing them with Aura now. Do you understand?"
He would wear Blake's scratch marks with pride. "I understand, mistress."
Again and again her nails clawed at him, and Jaune gasped each time she ran long trails down from his collarbone to his stomach. He had no idea what he would look like when this was over, but he hoped that no one would ask questions when he was getting changed in his room or the locker room. If nothing else he could say he ran afoul with a Beowolf, but he wasn't sure if even a Grimm could leave marks like Blake was.
"Mine, all mine," Blake growled softly, her tone and demeanor making her seem more like a beast and a faunus. "Are you ready to please your mistress one last time?"
The question was punctuated by the puncturing nails of Blake on his skin. He was ready. More than ready. She'd brought him to the edge a number of times now, and he only hoped that this would be the time when she finally allowed him to enjoy his own release.
"I'm so ready," he answered eagerly.
For a moment he felt her weight on his pelvis disappear as she pressed down harder on his chest. He felt her take hold of his dick with a hand. A second later he felt it. He felt her. The warm, wet, and velvety feel of something inconceivable.
Jaune felt his cock engulfed in impossible heat and tightness as Blake lowered herself onto it. Her own throaty breaths from above him filled his ears as she slid deeper and deeper down until finally her pelvis came to rest on his. Jaune was inside of Blake, and it was the most amazing feeling in the world.
"My slave is hung," she gasped, and he could tell that she wasn't entirely in control of her voice as she sought to adjust to being impaled on his cock. "What a lovely slave I have."
Jaune couldn't even formulate a response, as his mind was still processing the fact that Blake Belladonna was sitting on his cock. Her pussy felt incredible, fitting so tightly around him in a way that his hand or a toy could never match. He didn't think a human or faunus body could feel so hot, but being inside Blake proved that there was so much that he didn't know he didn't know.
It only got better when he felt Blake tugging at the mask over his face, and she pulled it up so that he could see her naked body on top of him for the first time.
Warm blue eyes had been denied light for many long minutes, and when Blake unveiled them they were quick to adjust to the dim candlelight of the room. She felt a sense of extreme gratification as they widened at the sight of her body.
Jaune stared up at her, past his own chest which was marred with red lines from her long nails. The boy's gaze first came upon her own chest where her impressive breasts hung down toward him. He was quick to drink all of her in, moving to her stomach, her hips, and finally back up to her face. There was a sense of wonderment and disbelief on his face as he stared up into her eyes, and not for the first time tonight Blake felt immense power and control over the boy who was tied up underneath her. His eyes were silently worshipping her body, and it was a feeling that no drink or drug could ever hope to replicate.
"I take it you like what you see?" she asked, already knowing the answer. It never hurt to hear one's admiration for you, however.
"I can't believe how beautiful you are," he said in a hushed tone. Whether she'd rendered him breathless through her actions or her appearance she couldn't say. Either would work for the young faunus woman.
Blake reached out to cup his chin with her fingertips, gently brushing one across his chin before moving up to his lips. He didn't dare open them until she dictated him to do so. She rubbed gentle circles around his mouth, eyes boring silent holes into him as she basked in the simple pleasure of having him at her absolute command.
"Your mistress wants to cum again," she growled, her tone dark and sultry. It amazed Blake just how much she was getting into the role on her first try, but she'd waited a long time and read a lot of erotic literature before this moment finally arrived. "Will you do that for me, Jaune?"
He nodded slightly, and she could feel his hot breaths through his nostrils as her fingers lingered on his chin. "Yes, mistress. Anything for you."
She hummed happily, letting both hands come down to rest on his scratched up chest. It was strong and sturdy, and would provide good leverage for her to allow them both to finish.
"Good boy. Now lie there and be a good fuck toy for your mistress."
Blake wasted no more time, pressing her palms hard down on Jaune's chest and raising herself up a couple inches. She plunged back down, driving a grunt from Jaune's lips as well as a moan from her own.
"Oh…" she gasped, not expecting the penetration to be so deep. It was a surprise to be sure, but a wonderfully pleasurable one. "Fuck…"
Slowly but surely Blake began building a rhythm as she moved on top of Jaune's pelvis. It had been a while since she'd had sex, several months in fact. The last time had been a few days before leaving Adam on the train. As a result she was tight from inactivity. That, and the new experience of being the dominant one in the bedroom meant that she needed to get used to riding atop of her new boy toy.
"Mmm, you feel wonderful, Jaune," she moaned, trading in the hard and deep early thrusts for more subtle and gentle grinding. "My slave has such a big, hard cock. I'm the luckiest mistress in all of Remnant…"
Jaune remained silent beneath her, save for the grunts and breaths she forced from him as she rode him. He was such a good and submissive boy like that, and like her had learned much from whatever videos and stories he must have enjoyed prior to this night. He was speaking only when spoken to, and existing only to please the woman who had him bound and leashed.
The only thing louder than their shared moans were the wet squelching noises coming from underneath them. Blake was dripping with arousal, and had lubricated Jaune's dick enough so that she was sliding effortlessly up and down his shaft. Without a condom it was a wonder he hadn't burst yet, but so strong was his willpower that he desperately wanted to obey her wishes and not cum until she gave him permission to. Naturally Blake was only playing a role here, and she wouldn't actually disappointed if she made Jaune explode before her say so, but his commitment to his role made her feel as if she truly had struck buried treasure in finding a partner so willing to indulge in both their fantasies.
"I'm almost there, Jaune," she breathed harshly, throwing her head back and sucking in oxygen through her wide, gaping mouth. Long black hair whipped behind and hung loosely down her back as she rode him harsher and quicker. "Almost there… make me cum, Jaune… make me cum…"
Wet claps sounded every time her ample ass struck the flesh of his thighs, and Blake went all in with no regard for anything but her own satisfaction. She believed with all her heart that Jaune was strong enough to last until she'd gotten off again, and she began riding him in a frenzy wishing to cross the finish line so that he would be able to get his own satisfaction soon after.
"That's it… that's it… take it, Jaune…" she groaned, hearing the bed frame creaking underneath her harsh movements. Her nails dug into the skin on his chest, and soon he would be sporting several new marks thanks to her loving claws.
Opening up her golden eyes again she peered down at him to find Jaune's face contorted and strained in equal parts effort and pleasure. He was biting down on his lower lip to stifle some sort of noise, and the sight of her willing slave struggling so mightily for her satisfaction drove Blake to even greater heights of rapture.
With her left hand still pressing down on his chest, Blake's right came to wrap around his throat once more, and Blake squeezed down with gentle pressure to add to the feeling of the moment. All the while she continued to thump up and down on his poor pelvis, the smacking of their flesh echoing in a candle-lit room that reeked of sex.
"Jaune… Jaune…" she cried, feeling herself nearing the edge as she plunged herself down on his cock with reckless abandon. She screamed, the noise forced out of her in uncontrolled orgasmic bliss as Jaune's hard cock finally broke her. She let go of his neck only to grab the leash he wore, and tugged on it to lift his head up from the pillow. "Cum!"
It took only a second for Jaune to explode inside of her, and as she did so Blake pulled his head up toward her even as hers came down to meet it. Their lips crashed against each other, and as Jaune pumped load after load of his seed inside of her Blake felt her body twitch and spasm in her own beautiful orgasm.
As their lips mingled and tongues battled Blake felt one shot after another fill up her yearning pussy. Jaune must have been holding back for an incredibly long time, all for her benefit. The wait had been worth it for her, and she hoped the same proved true for him. Eventually her movements atop him slowed, and the ropes of sperm shooting up into her ceased. All that remained was their locked lips as they kissed each other softly. Gently. Lovingly.
After one final kiss she pulled away from him, feeling completely satisfied and fulfilled as she gazed into his tired yet loving blue eyes. They remained like that for long seconds, neither moving nor saying anything as they basked in the moment of their shared orgasm. It took many more seconds after that for Blake to finally catch her breath, as well as to be able to formulate a sentence after Jaune had just blown his load as well as her mind.
With much reluctance Blake dismounted Jaune, climbing off of his still-hard dick and rolling over to the left side of the bed. She stood up, feeling a bit of his cum dribbling down the inside of her thigh as she walked over to the small table in the room and grabbed a bottle of water. She twisted it open before crawling back onto the bed next to Jaune and put the tip to his lips.
He drank deep, accepting her gift and downing three-quarters of the bottle in one go. She smiled with genuine happiness as she saw how he much her kindness was appreciated by him. Aftercare was an important part of their dynamic, and it was now her job to take care of the toy who she'd had so much fun playing with. Any and all of his needs were her responsibility, and she would be there at his side until he was back to full strength after a rough and exhausting round of kinky sex.
Blake reached up and untied Gambol Shroud, and for the first time in a long time Jaune's hands were free to do as they pleased. "That was incredible, Jaune," she said truthfully. For the first time in her life, sex had been utterly mind-blowing. "Did you enjoy it?"
He wiped his brow clean of the sweat he'd worked up. "Yeah. Wow. Just… wow."
She smiled appreciatively. Normally she was the one of few words, but apparently she'd fucked the words right out of him. Words, as well as strength. He lay still on the bed, spent from holding back his orgasm until she'd given him permission to do so.
"Tired?" she asked, already knowing the answer.
He nodded. His eyelids seemed heavy, but he smiled all the same. "A bit. Just need to catch my breath a little."
Blake could relate all too well. She didn't feel like doing anything too vigorous for the next few hours, that was for sure. All thanks to her newfound friend and lover.
"Here," she spoke softly, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and pulling him close to her so that they lay side by side. Jaune obeyed without question, and with another silent request she'd drawn him so close to her that his head rested upon her breast. Both arms locked around his body, and Blake began to run one hand lovingly through his hair, while the other rubbed gentle circles around his back. "How does this feel?"
She could feel his breaths on her chest. She couldn't imagine a better pillow for the boy right now. "Amazing."
Blake smiled, though the expression was lost in his hair as she leaned in to place a soft kiss atop his head. "Anything you need, just let me know," she whispered tenderly. "I'm here for you. I'm here for you all night if you want to stay like this."
It was the least she could do after having her way with him. More than that, it was something she found that she was enjoying as well. Adam never liked to cuddle afterward. Adam never tended to her. Never stroked her hair. Never peppered her with gentle and affectionate kisses.
Blake would. She kissed his hair again, all the while continuing to stroke his sweaty back. She closed her own eyes and nuzzled her forehead against his long, blond locks.
"I'd like to do this again sometime," she whispered, already getting ahead of herself. This session wasn't even over yet and she was already thinking of the next one. It was everything she'd ever hoped it would be, and as she lay here with Jaune in her arms, found that it was even better than she would have thought possible. "Is that something you would like too, Jaune?"
Instead of a response, Blake found only the soft and steady breaths of her lover as he rested and recovered in her loving embrace. His back rose and fell with the even breathing of sleep, and Blake could only smile in both affection and pride as her tender care had been enough to whisk Jaune away to the land of dreams.
As for herself, she was already living in a dream. With a proud smile and a happy sigh she kissed his hair once more time. "We'll talk about it in the morning, then. Good night, Jaune."
Author's Note: So this was something I started writing on a whim back in January. I never finished it until recently, so here it is. I'm not sure if it will continue, because it would mostly just be more smut without much of a real plot. Who knows though? Let me know if you liked it or not.
As always, thanks for reading.