“Daily” 18+ Fanfiction Short – Father’s Birthday Gift – Collared by Crimson

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Hey members! Another short 18+ fanfiction scene for you! This time a little special for Arlecchino's birthday! If you're into fanfiction and or dominant women and collars enjoy! o_O

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Chapter 3 – Father’s Birthday Gift – Collared by Crimson

You’re wandering the streets of Fontaine when Lynette suddenly appears at your side, silent as a shadow.

“Father has invited you to her birthday celebration.” She says in her usual flat tone, though there’s a faint hint of something else in her eyes.

“Oh, Lynette…!” You exclaim, a little surprised. “Okay, sure. When is it?”

“9pm. House of the Hearth. Don’t be late.” She pauses for a beat, her tail flicking. “And… bring something nice. Father has high standards.”

“Wha-“

Before you can ask more, she’s already walking away, leaving you with a knot in your stomach as the pressure has already been laid on.

“…Right. A gift.” You mutter, already picturing the Harbinger’s cool red gaze.

The rest of the day speeds by as you prepare. You bathe, change into your best clothes, and wander the shops until you finally find something that feels fitting. You clutch the small gift box tighter than you’d like to admit as you approach the looming doors of the House of the Hearth.

Inside, Lynette is waiting for you again, hands folded neatly in front of her. “Traveller.” she greets you, bowing her head just slightly. “Father is expecting you. Follow me.”

The halls are quiet, lit by the warm light of the fire and walls lined with velvet drapes. The sound of your footsteps echoes louder than they should as you make your way down the hall. Finally, Lynette stops before a tall door and knocks twice.

“Enter.” A confident voice calls from within… smooth, low, and commanding.

The sound alone sends a shiver down your spine.

Lynette opens the door and gestures you forward. With the gift box still clutched tight in your hands, you step inside…

… and immediately freeze…!

Arlecchino lounges across a crimson velvet couch, one leg crossed over the other, dressed in little more than black lace panties and stockings, breasts already completely exposed.

Her red eyes flick sharply toward you, grinning and curious.

You stumble, nearly dropping the box. “A- wha-…!”

The door clicks shut behind you.

“What’s wrong, Traveler? Surely you wouldn’t judge a woman’s choice of outfit on her birthday~?” she mocks, her tone, sharp and smooth all at once.

“I… I…” you stammer, clutching the gift box tighter, gaze darting anywhere but her bare skin.

“Fufufu…” Her laugh is low, throaty, curling around you like smoke. With a lazy gesture, she pats the open space beside her. “Come. Sit.”

Your legs move stiffly, each step weighed down by nerves until you lower yourself onto the couch beside her. The warmth of her presence is overwhelming, her confidence filling every inch of space between you.

“Fufu… something wrong, darling?” Her fingers brush your cheek, trailing down until they hook gently under your chin.

“Tsk, tsk… It’s rude to avoid eye contact, Traveller.” Her voice lowers, dangerously.

She tilts your face upward, forcing your eyes to meet her burning crimson gaze.

“Understood~?” Her lips curl into a knowing smirk, as she already owns your answer.

“I…” Your voice wavers, but before you can get a word out her finger presses lightly to your lips.

“You don’t have permission to speak, darling. Nod that you understand.”

You nod quickly, heart hammering in your chest as her crimson gaze holds you in place.

“Good boy…” Her smirk deepens, eyes raking over you slowly. “Now, I have something for you to wear, but it will… clash with your current outfit. Be good, and undress for me.”

“I-“

“Hush.” Her voice cuts like steel wrapped in silk. “That was an order. You will follow Father’s orders… won’t you?”

“I…” you try again, but her glare stops the words in your throat.

“Do. Not. Speak.” She leans in, her breath brushing your ear. “Do not test me, Traveller. Last warning. Now… be good, and undress.”

Your hands tremble as you begin to peel away your clothes, piece by piece. Each button, each fold of fabric feels impossibly heavy under the weight of her crimson gaze. By the time you’re sitting in nothing but your underwear, her lips are already curling into a slow, wicked grin.

“Underwear too, darling.” Her tone is casual, almost bored, but the command leaves no room for argument.

Your throat tightens. Slowly, reluctantly, you hook your thumbs beneath the waistband and slide them down. The air feels icy against your exposed skin.

You scramble to cover yourself, hands darting down instinctively to shield your now obvious fear-boner.

Her grin sharpens, amused. “Oh? Trying to hide from me?” Her voice drops deeper as her eyes rake over you. “Pathetic. Hands at your sides. Now.”

Your breath catches as your hands slip to your sides, leaving you fully exposed under her piercing gaze.

“Mmm. Good boy.” Her smile widens, now sharp as a blade. “It seems your body obeys me faster than your tongue ever does~”

She doesn’t move at first, simply leaning back into the velvet cushions beside you, one leg crossing slowly over the other. Her eyes drag over you, unhurried, almost predatory… like she’s dissecting you piece by piece without ever lifting a finger.

Finally, her gaze drops lower, lingering far too long. Heat rushes to your face as you realize exactly what she’s staring at, your fear-boner straining hard against your body. Your heart pounds so hard it hurts, every muscle tense as her hand extends toward you.

She pauses, fingers hovering so close that you swear you can feel the impression of her touch. Your breath hitches, your pulse races, certain she’s about to grab…!

… her hand suddenly shifts away at the last second, plucking the gift box from beside you instead, lifting it with a deliberate motion.

“Mm.” Her smirk deepens as she weighs it lazily in her hand. “Disappointed?” she purrs, eyes flicking back to your flushed face. “What a shame. It’s my birthday… don’t forget~”

You let out a massive sigh of relief.

Her smirk lingers as she weighs the box in her hand. With a flick of her wrist, she tears away the wrapping and reveals a slender, elegant bottle of deep red wine, the glass catching the flickering candlelight illuminating the room.

“Oh…?” Her crimson eyes narrow slightly. “A rare Fontaine vintage. Expensive. Refined.” She turns the bottle slowly in her hand, inspecting it with the same sharp gaze she had fixed on you only moments before.

She lets out a low chuckle, tilting her head. “You thought this would please me? A bottle to loosen my tongue? To dull my edge?” Her eyes flick back to you, dangerous and amused. “How bold, Traveller. Or perhaps… naïve~”

Without waiting for a reply, she quickly uncorks the bottle and pours a small volume into a crystal glass before taking a long, slow sip. Her eyes never leave yours.

“Mmm…” Her smirk deepens, crimson lips stained faintly by the wine. “Acceptable.” She swirls the liquid, savouring it. “Though, truth be told, I think I prefer what’s already standing in front of me.”

Your heart starts to race one more as the focus returns to you.

She sets the glass down, then leans forward, close enough that you can feel the heat of her body. For a moment, you think she might reach for you, but instead she slips a hand behind the couch and produces something you weren’t expecting.

A sleek, black collar, gleaming faintly in the candlelight, with a silver clasp and a thin leash trailing from it. She dangles it lazily in front of you, her grin widening as your breath catches.

“As for what I brought you…” Her low voice trails off “Here. Put it on.”

Your throat tightens. The air feels heavy as your eyes flick between her crimson stare and the black band hanging from her fingers.

“I…” you stammer, voice barely audible.

Her smile sharpens. “What’s wrong, Traveller? You were bold enough to bring me wine, but when I offer you my gift, you hesitate?” She tilts her head, amusement glinting in her eyes. “How disappointing.”

Your heart pounds in your chest as you weakly reach out for the collar, but your fingers falter right before they make contact.

“Pathetic.” Her voice drops. She presses the leather against your throat, holding it there without fastening it. “Do you need me to do everything for you? You won’t enjoy that, trust me…”

Her eyes bore into yours, burning, daring you to resist. The weight of her presence makes your body move before your mind can stop it. Hands trembling, you take the collar from her grip and slowly fasten it around your neck. The click of the lock echoes throughout your head.

“Mmm.” Her grin stretches into something far too pleased. “Good boy.” She gives the leash a sudden tug, forcing your chin up. “See? That wasn’t so hard. And look at you now…”

She sits back just enough to take you in fully, eyes raking down your body with predatory delight.

“The wine was a fine gesture, but this…” she tugs the leash again, pulling you toward her until you nearly stumble into her lap… “This is the gift I wanted.”

Her crimson eyes burn into you as she tugs the leash again, pulling you forward until you almost collapse into her once more. You catch yourself on the edge of the velvet couch, your body trembling under her gaze.

“Mmm. That’s better.” She leans back, still holding the leash loosely in one hand, like a cat toying with prey. “Obedience suits you far more than that nervous stammering.”

Her finger hooks beneath the collar, pulling it taut against your throat just enough to make you swallow hard. She watches your reaction with a slow, devious grin, her lips curling around each word.

“You’re going to be my entertainment for the night. Don’t worry…” she purrs, lips brushing close to yours. “I’ve already told my children not to bother us.”

The leash goes tight as she pulls you in, her smirk widening.

“Good boy…” she grins deviously.

“Nod if you understand, pet~.”

Your throat tightens, but you nod quickly, heart pounding.

“Good boy…” Her grin spreads, sharp and devious. She tugs the leash once more, savouring the way you flinch.

“Now… off my couch. That seat is far too fine for a pet like you. Kneel.”

The command sends heat rushing to your face, but your body obeys before your mind can catch up. You slide off the couch, knees hitting the carpet, every nerve burning under her crimson stare.

“Mmm. Yes.” She leans back, satisfied, tugging on the leash until you’re directly between her legs.

“That’s where you belong pet…”

Her stockings gleam faintly in the candlelight as she slowly spreads her thighs, sliding her black lace panties aside with deliberate ease.

She looks down at you, the smirk on her lips now more devious than ever.

“Now then…” Her eyes narrow as she tightens her grip on the leash. “Begin. And pray you impress me, pet… or I’ll make you regret it.”

Your hands tremble as you lean forward, the scent of her strong pussy filling your lungs… it’s intoxicating.

You don’t have a choice as Arlecchino’s fingers tighten on the leash, inching you closer… then…!

With a final sharp tug of the leash, she closes the distant…! Your tongue is now buried deep between her thighs. Her hiss of satisfaction is sharp, cut through with a low, throaty laugh.

“Mmm… That’s it,” she purrs, one hand slipping into your hair, pulling you in deeper. “Good boy. Now… show me just how desperate you are to please your Father…”

The candlelight sways, shadows bending and blurring as her laughter cuts through the haze. For you, pet… the night has only just begun.