Spanked by the Fox Demon
Samuel is a clever man, but he has no idea how much more sneaky a fox can be. A journey into far off misty mountains to find a mystical object, turns around on the adventurer and becomes an experience of a different kind. How dangerous is a fox demon, and why is he melting in her hands? Reluctantly, perhaps, Sam finds that being dominated by a foxy lady might be just what he desires. 8k M/F bdsm More
Samuel is a clever man, but he has no idea how much more sneaky a fox can be. A journey into far off misty mountains to find a mystical object, turns around on the adventurer and becomes an experience of a different kind. How dangerous is a fox demon, and why is he melting in her hands? Reluctantly, perhaps, Sam finds that being dominated by a foxy lady might be just what he desires. 8k M/F bdsm
THIS STORY IS MEANT FOR ADULTS ONLY AND CONTAINS GRAPHIC SCENES OF BDSM/SPANKING/SEX
In a moment, he felt cold air rush into his gasping lungs, chest expanding in great gulps as the panic bloomed into his muscles. If he had planned to move, to enjoy his returned freedom, the idea vanished soon enough. Unseen bonds pulled his wrists, yanking them behind him to his lower back and binding them tight. Confused by the spectral touch, he jerked his head around to gawk at what he could see of the cool blue flames that were somehow not burning his flesh. Strong as steel, they didn't budge when he flexed, and neither did the ones on his ankles.
“There,” she mused, watching him bend side to side as she crouched on her haunches, inches from his frantic face. “More like a trapped rodent, less like a statue. So, Sammy, I think you should know my name. I think you should understand who I am, and never forget it, so you'll hold this lesson tonight well to heart.”
The slap to his cheek was sudden, he didn't even see her move. It knocked him sideways, ears ringing as the stone was cool under his cheek. The shadow of his captor rolled over him, his coffee orbs squinting up through beads of sweat to her smiling face.
“For hundreds of years, I've gone by many titles. I've been the Beast of the Mists, the Trickster, the Sacred Lady and the White Demon. The name I like best, however, is Suki. So you shall call me Mistress Suki, or just Mistress, and anything else will bring far worse than that slap.”
Samuel sat up, shaking his slumped head. The glare of defiance he shot up to the demon surprised them both. “I serve only one person, my royal king, and I'll call no one else Lord or otherwise.” With that, he spat at her heels, and enjoyed a flicker of shock that coiled over her fine features.
His bravery began to edge away when her eyes flashed, hot as boiling metal, her teeth catching the blue light of the fires.
“Oh, this will be fun.”
With a strength far beyond that of a normal human, the voluptuous fox demon hoisted him up by the front of his shirt, yanking him to his feet. Struggling, blown away by this impossible feat, despite everything he had seen that night, he shook his black hair from his eyes and leaned away from her pursed lips.
He thought for a moment she was going to kiss him, she drew him so close, lips mere inches from him in a shining display of plush pink. The cast to her eyes was glazed, seductive, a husky tone in her sudden soft mewl.
The opposite palm caught him by surprise, jolting him and twisting his head so he was viewing the other side of the room. He tried to shake it off, but she only smacked him again on the other side of his jaw. Again and again, until he heard himself cry out, his eyes squeezed shut and his shoulders slumped.
The grip of her delicate fingers on his cheeks, squishing his mouth together and forcing him to look into her flushed face was soothing compared to her hits.