Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ The Puppet Master's New Puppet ❯ Chapter 6

It was not long after Tifa had closed the door that Sephiroth ran his fingers affectionately through the unruly hair of his puppet. The way that his puppet leaned into his touch and looked at him with adoration made the one winged angel's heart mess with its rhythm. The silver haired master was thinking about something that was of importance, though not as important as making sure of his puppet's collar.

 

He could not have his newly broken pet wearing a reminder of his past, but the similarity was to be a reminder of his training. He wanted his puppet to have matching toys, cock ring and nipple clamps, customized to his liking. He wanted to fully consummate their bond as puppet and master, cementing his place in the blonde's heart. Now, punishment is never fun, though he did need something that would remind his puppet to never aggravate or spite his master. Most of the time during training it had been accidental and the ex-general knew that it would never happen intentionally.

 

All of these thoughts were racing through Sephiroth's mind as he was reminded of what had recently transpired. Utter perfection was what he wanted, pure perfection happened instead. The blonde had not only spared the girl her dignity, but made his master swell with pride. The simple sentence held elegance befitting a queen; however, it was spoken from his favorite, only, puppet.

 

`Never would I have imagined that I would be rewarding my puppet so soon,' the one winged angel mused to himself. He knew that what he was after he needed skilled hands. The jeweler who he had customized the collars that he had designed for his puppet would be just the skilled person that he needed. The job should have to done discreetly of course. He would not want Gaia to know he still existed. Simplicity had always been his forte; Sephiroth secretly yearned for what he was creating with his puppet.

 

“Well, I have some errands I need to run,” the one winged angel commented nonchalantly. “Would you like to wait for me here or in our room?”

 

“Master does not think I am ready to be out with him yet?” Cloud sounded dejected. He really had not meant to voice what he was really thinking.

 

“No my puppet, it is really not that. I prefer you the way you are now,” Sephiroth replied by smacking his puppet's ass to show his approval. “I would love to take you, but this would get you in trouble.”

 

Cloud was relieved that his master was not disappointed with him at all. He had yet to realize that his master wanted to increase the games they played. All that mattered to the blonde was the pleasure his master felt whenever they played.

 

“If my master wishes that I wait, I shall live to always abide my Master's wishes,” the blonde replied happily, not looking at his master. Sephiroth cupped the cheek, raising his puppet's gaze and moved to run his fingers through the blonde's hair affectionately.

 

“I shall return shortly. Then we shall let the real games begin, my puppet,” Sephiroth whispered affectionately. He really did not want anything to happen to his puppet while he was away. “Wait for me in the same manner as you did during the commotion and I will let you come numerously.”

 

“Yes master,” the quiet reply escaped his luscious lips, begging to be kissed.

 

As the quiet reply escaped the blonde's lips, the ex-general smirked and headed for the door. He then exited the room, locking the door behind him. He knew how jealous the red head had been when he discovered a new puppet in place of Rufus. Those two had not worked out at all. They were still too proud to admit defeat, or they never really wanted domination the way his real puppet wanted and needed the domination.

 

The one winged angel made his way down the stairs, toward the front door. He turned toward the kitchen and saw that Reno had recovered from the beating. The ex-general watched as the red head was busy scrubbing the dried blood that Rufus had left for him.

 

“Retire when you finish. You need to ponder what happened to you. I will not tolerate any more of your outbursts,” Sephiroth spoke with the calm venom he always directed toward Reno. With that said, he then continued with his plans for that evening.

 

As Reno heard the door close, he then stopped what he was doing. He checked the front courtyard to the small house. Looking for his proprietor's vehicle, noticing that the jeep was indeed gone, he then made his way up the stairs.

 

There was once a time when the red head would have picked the blonde over Rufus. The events of Geostigma had left many in despair. The exonerated funding and his mute boss were all that was left of the once great corporation. This was his last chance to prove himself as the success he once was.

 

Surefooted and quietly, Reno made his way up the stairs to the ex-general's room. Jiggling the handle, he noticed that it was indeed locked. He had lost track of Rufus after he had regained consciousness. He vaguely remembered hearing that Rufus could retire, though he had been ordered to clean Reno up in order to have peace and quiet.

 

Looking around the doorframe, Reno spotted the spare above the door. Every pent up emotion that was raging within the soon to be ex-Turk was ready to be unleashed. It was not this puppet's fault that his plan had not gone to fruition because his boss was not submissive. The Shinras were anything but submissive because of the corporation that they had built from the ground up.

 

As the key was pulled down, a wave of uncertainty, lacking the confidence was needed, washed over Reno. There was no going back now that he held the key to his success or extreme failure. If this was not executed with perfection, he would be next in line to lose his ability to fight back. Sephiroth was not one to tolerate grudges or insubordination. This single act made both actions walk hand in hand.

 

As the key turned to open the door, he steeled himself with resolve. This had to be done. There was an obstruction in the way of his boss' happiness. Blinded by the need to serve the once proud Rufus Shinra, Reno had failed to notice the brilliant cerulean eyes focusing on his form. He turned to close the door leaving himself wide open for what was inevitably going to happen.

 

Readying himself for what he knew was going to happen, the blonde's only hope was that his master would not be too mad at him for disobeying his order. Slowly, Cloud made his way toward the redhead. As he was about to turn around, a kick met Reno's jaw and sent him crashing to the ground. Then the blonde had him a practiced choke hold that would do nothing but render him unconscious.

 

Upon hearing the crash come from the one place they were not allowed entry, Rufus rushed up the stairs to maintain the order. After the incident that rendered him speechless, he would never again disobey Sephiroth. When he happened upon the scene in his master's room, he found the new puppet securing bonds on the one that had attacked him. Rufus took note that he had managed to secure the red head face down on the floor, arms bound to the legs of the bed frame.

 

Cloud had never been so angry before. His body and this room were the property of his master. He had specifically remembered his master locking the door. The blonde picked up the riding crop his master would use for punishment. There were two variations of the same tool. The one the blonde picked up was the one that he had seen his master use earlier when punishing this person.

 

As Rufus turned to close the door, he noticed that the puppet was looking at him. Hoping that there was no further need to defend himself, the blonde slowly held the riding crop to the recent occupant upon entry. They both stared at one another, then, they turned back to the unconscious red head. They both knew from the recent outburst that this one needed to be taught what position he held in the hierarchy within the house.

 

Neither wanted to lay the first blow, though, they knew that this was necessary. Cloud then retracted his outstretched hand. He landed the first blow on the back displayed beneath him. Not knowing how much pressure was necessary, the blonde left a welt that broke the skin. He then kept the same pressure, littering the back of the red head with bloodied welts.

 

Cloud felt a shy tug on his arm. The mute cleaner, he thought he recognized in some distant memory, wanted to take a turn. Turning deep cerulean eyes to look at the ocean blue, they silently agreed that the red head needed to be taught his life was no longer his own. Rufus then laid a tirade of welts that were not as severe, though stung nonetheless.

 

Sephiroth had forgotten the collar he had first used for his puppet. He really did need to dispose of it. He did not want the loud mouth to hide it to fuel the insane obsession he had. His master had failed and now accepted his place.

 

He opened the door to the distant sounds of his riding crop laying punishment to bare flesh. Fearing the worst, the one winged angel dissolved in a myriad of black feathers. He then discovered that his haste was not necessary. Not wanting to disturb the sight before him, he stood in the shadows.

 

Rufus had tired with his administrations. He no longer held the drive to control. He just lived in constant fear that he would not please the head of the household. Turning around, the mute noticed the shadow of the one he feared the most. Noticing the look of pleasure on his master's face, he then returned to his room with the knowledge that he had done right.

 

The ex-general noticed the look of pleasure in his puppet's eyes. They did not look as alive as they did when pleasing their master; however, they burned with the fire that had fascinated him in the beginning. Self preservation was the brightest flame within a pure soul. Cloud never held suicidal tendencies because the flame of self preservation was so strong. Sephiroth felt his manhood come alive with the sight of his puppet preserving what belonged to his master.

 

The blonde was certain that he had rendered the red head unconscious. Wondering what else he could punish his attacker with, he looked about the room and noticed his master. Stopping, afraid that he had done the unthinkable the blonde instantly knelt before his master. Hoping that his master was not too displeased with his puppet's disobedience, the blonde awaited the inevitable.

 

A gloved hand ran its fingers through his blonde spikes affectionately. The ex-general was more than pleased with his puppet. Knowing one's master is what every puppet should strive for. Sephiroth knew that the red head had not been able to catch his puppet off guard. Thus, the Master's reasoning for allowing the blonde to once again partake in his martial arts. Granted his form was too muscular for some outfits that the one winged angel wished to see fit the blonde.

 

Upon feeling the hand stroke his blonde spikes, Cloud looked up at his master to see the pleasure written all over the face he had come to worship, but more importantly love. It was the drive to please his master that made him realize it was love. Not just anyone could have awakened or was worthy enough to awaken the slumbering submissive. Cloud then took this look as a sign to continue what he had been doing.

 

The blonde then noticed his master's bulging front. He made a move to take care of his master's need, though found himself stopped. Confused cerulean looked into deep lustful emerald questioningly. Sephiroth turned his puppet around as a silent command to continue what he had been doing. The one winged angel had never wanted the blonde more than at that particular moment.

 

Cloud licked the riding crop clean of the blood, not knowing the effects he was having on his master. The dominant and submissive cohesively living within the same body was driving the ex-general mad with lust. The one winged angel knew that the only reason the blonde was acting this way was in defense of his Master's property. Consciously and subconsciously, Sephiroth now owned the willing submissive.

 

Cloud grabbed the nearest thing to him, a candle. He then found the orifice that he wanted to violate. It was a virgin sphincter. He knew that this was something the cleaner would never forget. Without warning, he plunged the thick candle into the awaiting hole.

 

“AHH,” cried the awakened cleaner. He had never experienced such pain before. The blonde proceeded to violate the unprepared hole. Making sure his movements were hard and fast, the blonde kept his pace to draw blood. Eventually he saw the red liquid, though, he was not yet satisfied. He continued his movements till he heard the cleaner beg him to stop.

 

“Ahh, stop, please,” Reno begged, out of breath. “No more.”

 

“Take this as a lesson,” Sephiroth spoke finally, as his puppet released the would-be attacker. The red head cringed in fear. He had finally been broken to the point of fearing the controlled voice. “Never again enter this room without permission. Never will I grant permission to touch what is mine.”

 

Reno slowly gathered his wits about him. He knew that he had done wrong in the first place. He had not intended to be caught nor had he expected such reflexes from the puppet. He left the room to never again willingly disobey the master of the house.

 

The Master approached his puppet. He was immensely pleased with the way that his puppet had handled the situation. He had graced the intruder's ears with the angelic voice. His puppet knew that only the master was to be graced with such a privilege.

 

“You are full of such surprises, my puppet,” the one winged angel breath into his puppet's ear as he drew him into his embrace. He guided his puppet to the bed. “That display left me hungry.”

 

“Master, was there really something that was needed to be done?” the blonde asked his master, taunting the answer from those perfect lips. In response, the ex-general blindfolded his puppet with a smirk. He was thoroughly impressed.

 

He guided his puppet to the bed and locked his puppet in place the same way as he had always done. Once his puppet was displayed for his eyes only, he then marked the blonde intensely. He wanted to see if he could cause his puppet to beg release. Grabbing the closest toy he could find, which happened to be anal beads. He had never tried them on his puppet before.

 

Testing his puppet's trust, the one winged angel traced a pattern from nipple to the other. He then playfully smacked the beads against the skin. Cloud inhaled deeply careful not to make a sound. His Master had not given him instructions, though he knew that the most obvious one was maintaining control.

 

The control that his puppet displayed was his undoing. Without proper warning, Sephiroth released his straining tumescent bulge. He teased the awaiting sphincter. His blonde let slip a breathy moan. In a slight reprimand, he lightly smacked his puppet with the anal beads. He smirked as his blonde puppet let slip another slight moan.

 

In one swift movement, his master embedded his phallus in the awaiting hole before it. He pushed through and felt contentment wash over him. It took every ounce of self control the Master had not to release upon entry. The ex-general paused in his movements, blissfully savoring the moment.

 

He then started thrusting in earnest, trying to find the sweet spot to elicit the pleasurable moans that would soon escape his pet's lips. Harder and faster they came, suddenly his puppet cried out in pleasure. He had lost this game, though he did not really mind the punishment. His Master would let his puppet release after he did. His Master's pleasure was more important than his awaiting arousal.

 

A few more quick thrusts and his Master groaned as he filled the eager sphincter with his release. He knew that his puppet was satisfied because Sephiroth was satiated. Though the one winged angel wanted to be the evil Master, he could not help but reward his puppet. He had kept one of his failures in line in the best way possible. Of course, Sephiroth would now have to burn the candle, but he was still pleased.

 

The ex-general then grabbed the forgotten erection pulsating beneath him, removing the blindfold from his puppet's eyes. He loved to see the complete surrender that lay deep inside the awaiting puppet. Suddenly squeezing very tightly, he started stroking harshly. His puppet started moaning and panting.

 

“Master, please release me,” the blonde pleaded.

 

“That is what I love to hear,” Sephiroth replied as he stroked his puppet to his release. He then remembered something from not too long ago. His puppet was an artist in the kitchen. Once the puppet had baked a pie that had been eaten, the Master had wanted to taint the tasteful pastry. He would have to make his puppet prepare another one when they awoke.