Paine's

TITLE: Paine's
AUTHOR: WotanAnubis
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Final Fantasy X-2 or any of its characters. No profit is being made.
RATING: NC-17
PAIRING: Yuna/Paine


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Yuna stood in front of the closed door, trembling with nerves and having some trouble keeping her breathing steady. It was kind of silly, really. There was no real need to be nervous right now and she knew that pretty soon she wouldn't be nearly as nervous any more. Even though she'd probably have a better reason to be nervous by then.

Steeling herself, Yuna opened the door and walked into Paine's sparsely decorated quarters. She immediately spotted the red-eyed warrior sitting in the room's only chair, reading a book.

"Hey," she greeted, looking up. "Something up?"

"No," Yuna replied. "Everything's quiet right now."

"Good," Paine said.

Yuna dithered in the doorway for a while, then strode into the room and towards the window where she looked out at the clouds streaming by.

"It's a nice evening," Yuna said.

"I guess," Paine said.

Yuna turned around and looked at Paine, who'd seemingly returned her attention to her book. It would've been infuriating if she hadn't still been so nervous. Surely Paine knew why she was here? Fair enough, sometimes she did come here just for the company, but only when she felt like being alone. Most of the time she came here for... that other reason.

"I wondered if..." Yuna began. "I mean, it'd be nice if..."

"Yeah?" Paine said, not looking up.

"You know what I mean," Yuna said.

Paine looked at her, her face completely unreadable. Yuna tried to discreetly draw a deep breath to try and calm the sudden rush of nerves combined wtih... something else.

"I guess I do," the warrior said. "Fine. Go get it, then."

Yuna nodded and walked towards the heavy black trunk standing in the corner. She looked at it for a while, her eyes focusing on the black collar lying so innocently on top of it. Then she began undressing.

It was so strange, she noted absently. With every step she'd taken towards Paine's quarters, her nervousness had grown and now with every garment she discarded, her nervousness faded. The more skin she bared, the calmer she became. It shouldn't be like this, should it? That... wasn't normal, was it? Then again, there was probably quite a bit about her that wasn't exactly normal.

Yuna breathed a sigh of relief once she'd taken off the last of her clothes and stood in front of the trunk completely naked. She felt like a weight had been lifted from her shoulder. In way, it had been.

Yuna reached down and picked up the collar. It was fairly simple thing, just a strip of black leather with a metal clasp and a tiny tag saying Paine's in neat handwriting. It was good that it didn't have her name on it. After all, she was Lady Yuna the High Summoner, famed throughout Spira and put onto a pedestal by most of it. It wouldn't do for someone as exalted as she was to have her name on something like this.

But sometimes it was nice not having to be a statue.

Still... she'd started thinking lately that maybe the tag should bear her name after all. At first she'd worn it because she just didn't want to be Yuna the High Summoner for a while, but she couldn't help but wonder if maybe the girl wearing the collar was her. That she wasn't just somebody the real her pretended to be in the privacy of Paine's quarters whenever she felt like escaping her own life for a while, but that she was a valid part of her personality. So, maybe one day the tag should say Yuna. But not today.

Moving with great care as though performing some holy ceremony, Yuna put the collar around her neck and fastened it.

"That's a first."

Yuna turned around to see Paine now standing in front of her, arms crossed in front of her chest. Then she blushed and looked down at the floor. Not because she felt embarrased that she gave the pale woman such a good look at her naked body, but simply because the tag on her collar said Paine's and that's exactly what she was right now.

"I always put that thing on before, didn't I?"

Yuna nodded. She hadn't been told she could talk, so she didn't.

"Look at me."

Yuna did so. Paine's face with still without expression, though her red eyes looked searching.

"Why'd you do it? Answer me."

"I... I don't know," Yuna replied.

"Not good enough," Paine said.

"I think... maybe it's because... it's mine. And I wanted to wear it."

A smile flashed across Paine's face. Which was to say, one corner of her lips briefly turned upwards. "That so?"

"I think so," Yuna replied. "I'm not really sure."

Paine studied her face for a moment longer, then walked up next to her to open the trunk. Yuna kept staring straight ahead, so she couldn't quite see what Paine was doing, but she wasn't surprised when the woman stepped in front of her again holding a black leash. She attached it to Yuna's collar, then let her gloved hand glide along its length until she held the handle.

"You're right," she said. "It's a nice evening. Maybe we should go for a little walk on the decks."

Yuna's eyes widened and panic rushed into her chest. She couldn't leave Paine's quarters. Not like this. She'd never told anyone anything about this. She hadn't even dropped the obscurest of hints on Rikku. And since it was still pretty early in the evening chances were good that there'd be people around. The secret'd be out!

"Some other time, then," said Paine, apparently reading her expression.

Yuna's sigh of relief was abruptly cut short when Paine turned around and tugged hard at her leash, causing her to stumble forward.

"Follow," she was ordered.

Yuna obediently walked behind Paine as she was led into the bedroom and she felt heat rising in her chest as well as between her legs when the pale woman's bed came into a view. It was as plain and functional as anything else in Paine's quarters, but to Yuna it held so many promises.

"Up," Paine ordered. "All-fours."

Yuna got onto the bed and stood on hands and knees like a dog while Paine tied her leash to the wooden headboard.

"Stay."

Yuna kept her eyes fixed on the wall while she heard Paine walk away. No doubt she was walking back to the trunk to get some more things for tonight. Well... almost no doubt. There'd been that one time where Paine had just left her tied up on the floor for... for a very long time. Hours, maybe. It had almost been the last time she'd worn the collar. She'd been cold and uncomfortable and yet so incredibly turned on that when Paine finally had come back... well... she'd forgiven her completely. She'd enjoyed being kept waiting ever since then. Sure, the anticipation had been fun before. Not knowing what Paine had in mind for her, but being given enough time to think up a few scenarios anyway had always given her a nice thrill. But now she could also entertain the idea that Paine wasn't going to come back. That she was going to stand here all night, her body horny and her pussy wet. It was worse... no, it was better when she could easily leave if she felt like it. Knowing that she had a choice between being driven insane with lust or taking matters into her hands as it were and also knowing that she'd gladly choose lustful insanity because it would be worth it in the end. And because she was Paine's.

Of course, she'd only been left alone for longer than five minutes just that one time, but it could happen again. That was the fun of it.

It turned out it wasn't going to happen today, though, as Yuna soon heard the heels of Paine's boots on the bedroom floor. She wanted to turn her head just a little to look at her. To see if Paine was still fully dressed or had taken off her clothes. If she was wearing a strap-on or holding a vibrator.

Yuna shuddered when she felt something brush against her bare back. It didn't take long for her mind to catch up with what her body already knew - that what was moving so softly across her skin was the tip of Paine's riding crop. But... she'd been a good girl, hadn't she?

No, Yuna realised. No, she hadn't.

"Do you know why you're going to be punished?" Paine asked. "Answer."

"I put my collar on myself," Yuna replied.

"And what did we agree? Answer."

"That you would always put it on," Yuna said.

Part of her wanted to add that they'd only agreed to that in the first place because it was difficult for her to put it on herself. That while she enjoyed not having to be Yuna for a while, she didn't want to be the one to erase herself. That putting the collar on herself was a good thing since it meant she'd begun to accept that she, Yuna, really did enjoy this and that the girl with the collar was more than just an escapist fantasy.

But she didn't say any of that, because it didn't matter. They'd agreed that it would be Paine who would collar her. That was the rule. She'd broken it. Therefore, she was going to be punished.

"Exactly," said Paine, her voice suddenly hard. "You should have talked this over with me first. Still... I suppose this is something of a special circumstance. So I'm going to let you decide how many strokes you think is fair. Well?"

Yuna blinked. "T- Ten?" she hazarded.

"Ten," Paine said. "Count."

Yuna felt Paine's whip strike her left buttock and she hissed between her teeth when the pain shot through her.

"I said count," Paine snapped.

Paine hit her again, this time on the right cheek, and again pain streaked through Yuna's naked body. But she was a little more prepared this time.

"One..." she gasped.

The whip struck her again and again and each time Yuna felt a new burst of pain flower inside of her. Yet she also felt part of herself beginning to relax as well.

"Two... three..."

It helped that Paine spanked her in a very specific rhythm so that her body knew when to expect the next to strike to fill her with a pain that would twist itself inside her chest.

"Four... five..."

Yuna lowered herself onto her elbows, her ass up in the air as though she eagerly wanted to present it to Paine and her whip.

"Six... seven..."

Yuna felt the painful heat radiating from her reddening behind and spread through her body, but by the time it reached her flushed face...

"Eight... nine..."

... there was pleasure.

"Ten," Yuna moaned.

Yuna suddenly found herself shuddering and panting now that her punishment was over. Her body was hot, but more from arousal than from pain. Her ass stung, but that was nothing compared to the lustful ache in her pussy.

"Good girl," Paine stated softly and Yuna felt her gloves hands gently caress her whipped behind. "I'm sorry it had to be done."

Yuna wanted to reassure her. Tell her that she didn't mind and that part of her had enjoyed it. But she couldn't, because she hadn't been told to speak. Besides, Paine probably knew her feelings anyway.

"Hands," Paine ordered, now businesslike again.

Yuna raised herself from her elbows onto her hands. She licked her lips in anticipation. Then she grunted when she suddenly felt an unexpected weight on her back. It was Paine sitting down on her. Yuna's arms trembled as she struggled to support herself, but she soon adjusted and remained steady. It wasn't as if this was the first time Paine had used her as furniture, after all. Though most of the time it had been as a footstool or a table.

Yuna let out an involuntary gasp when she saw a red ball on a leather strap being lowered in front of her eyes.

"Open up," Paine ordered.

She obeyed and Paine quickly put the ballgag in her mouth, then got off her back. Yuna tried to steady her breathing, but her waiting body made that difficult. And when she felt one of Paine's gloved hands resting on her waist, it became impossible. She inhaled sharply when she felt the tip of a dildo pressing against her eager entrance.

"Ready?" Paine asked.

Yuna nodded, even though she didn't think it would've made a difference if she'd shaken her head.

Yuna arched her back as far as her leash would allow her when she felt Paine drive the toy into her. The intrusion was rough and sudden and Yuna would have moaned if only the gag didn't smother her. Now there was no outlet for the twisted, painful pleasure inside of her and she had no choice but to let it rage inside her chest.

Falling back onto her hands, Yuna felt her body adjust to the way Paine fucked her. The pain faded more and more with every thrust, leaving only a burning pleasure. She wanted to moan and pant and scream; anything to relieve the lustful pressure inside of her, but she couldn't. Instead she was helpless, standing on all-fours, collared, leashed and gagged, her naked body bucking and her bare breasts swinging with Paine's every movement.

Yuna felt Paine grab her long ponytail and suddenly pulling her head up. A pitiful, muffled little mew was the only part of her scream that made it past her gag. Yuna closed her eyes, hands clawing at the sheets as Paine continued to fuck her, the thick toy moving back and forth along her wet inner walls and rubbing against her most sensitive spots.

As the world faded around her to leave only her naked, stimulated body and lust veiled her mind, Yuna remained aware of one thing other than her own pleasure and the fake cock thrusting it upon her: Paine's moans. As measured and controlled as they were, Yuna still recognised them as the kind of lustful moans her gag denied her. The sound of her drove her wilder than the warrior could have achieved with fucking alone. Whenever she wore the collar, Paine was the one in control of both her and herself. Rarely did she allow herself the pure lust she so regularly bestowed on Yuna. So when she did give in, even if only a little, Yuna felt happy. Happy because Paine's enjoyment came from her willing body. That happiness filled her, danced inside of her and made her pleasure that much brighter.

Yuna shuddered when she heard Paine's repressed snarl and let the sound run through her. If she hadn't been gagged she would have whimpered submissively in response, but as it was she could do nothing but feel the beautiful noise stoking her awakening animal instincts.

What little reason remained in Yuna feared she might lose her mind to the mounting lust. Without any kind of temporary release, there was nothing in the world that could stop her burning pleasure from consuming her. And yet she didn't struggle against the person fueling this fire. Quite the opposite. Even restrained as she was, Yuna's body did its best to move in bestial harmony with Paine, fucking her even as she was fucked. It made no sense. Shouldn't she try to get some kind of control over the feelings raging inside her?

No, Yuna knew. No, she shouldn't. If Paine wanted to use her as though she were nothing more than some lustful animal, then she would be nothing more than a lustful animal.

But even wild animals had their limits. The ballgag in her mouth could no longer contain Yuna's screams of blissful agony and muffled whines and whimpers managed to escape her lips as her body did its best to endure Paine's continuing thrusts and stop its own pleasure from overcoming her.

Until she heard one tiny word. It whispered to her, barely more than a breath near her ear, yet it easily cut through her lust-addled mind.

"Come."

Yuna obeyed. Her climax crashed into her, waves and waves of divine bliss through her shuddering body. If Paine's fucking had turned her into an animal, then the orgasm she now gave her had turned her into an angel, soaring to the highest, most beautiful of heavens.

After some kind of eternity, Yuna returned to Spira and collapsed onto the bed, completely exhausted. She was only aware of Paine taking the gag out of her mouth because she could now hear her own panting as her body tried to recover. She didn't notice the warrior untying her leash from the headboard until she felt her tug.

"Get up," Paine ordered, not unkindly. "Turn around."

Yuna managed to get up onto her hands and knees and padded dog-like in a circle until she saw Paine kneeling proudly in front of her. She was still wearing most of her clothes, but Yuna felt her eyes drawn to the black strap-on shining with her juices. She almost leaned in towards it until she remembered who she was.

"Clean it," Paine said.

Yuna leaned in and her lips parted to let her tired tongue drag across the toy. As she lapped at the dildo and tasted her own lust she found her energy returning to her and soon she licked and kissed Paine's strap-on eagerly. As she continued her work, she found the taste of her own fluids become better and better and she gladly drank them. She actually felt a touch disappointed when, dragging her tongue from the toy's base all the way to the tip, she finished her work.

"Good girl," Paine said kindly.

Yuna looked up at her and smiled. The red-eyed warrior returned it with a smile of her own. And it was a genuine smile, warm and affectionate.

Paine unclasped the leash from Yuna's collar, then undid her strap-on and put it aside. Yuna gratefully let her head rest in Paine's bare lap and almost purred when she felt the young woman gently stroke her hair.

"So, I take it you want to put your collar on yourself from now on?" Paine's voice came from somewhere above.

"Mmm," Yuna replied contently.

"And d'you want to take it off on your own as well?"

"I think so," Yuna replied.

"So why're you still wearing it?"

"Because I want to," Yuna answered. "Paine?"

"Yeah?"

"Can I... sleep here tonight?"

Paine was quiet and for a moment Yuna feared she was going to refuse her.

"Sure. But only on one condition."

"Of course."

"If you're still wearing that thing tomorrow morning, I expect breakfast in bed."

Yuna smiled and closed her eyes. "Deal," she whispered.