Hunting Season

Roxanne stood in the centre of the room, naked except for a pair of black leather cuffs. A small chain ran in between them, linking them together, binding her.

She stared at her lover, wide eyed, unsure of what he was thinking. 

He held up a bag and placed it on the bed. With his hand he motioned his little slave to come over. Roxanne didn't move. Arching his eyebrow, he stood up, walked over to her and smacked her across the backside.

She yelped, her flesh stinging. She scooted over to the bed, perching herself on the edge.

For a week they had been playing games. This week she had been everything from loving girlfriend to seductive school girl to her current role as his slave. And though she hated admitting it, it was the most exciting game she had played in a long time.

“Take a look,” he said, sitting down beside her, his hand running over her milky white flesh. Roxanne shivered as his fingers trailed down her spine, stopping above her lower back tattoo before returning up to her shoulder.

She opened the bag and reached inside. Gasping as her hand touched something furry, Roxanne's eyes widened as she pulled out a pair of ears on a headband. She touched them delicately, letting her hand brush over the fur. They looked like fox ears.

“Put them on,” he encouraged. 

Brushing her fringe from out of her eyes, Roxanne slid the band over her head. Against her dark hair with blonde highlights, the orange and black furry ears really stood out.

Tossing him a teasing glance she batted her eyelashes at him. “How do they look?” she asked.

“Very sexy,” came his reply as he reached around her, copping a feel of one of her breasts in the process. 

Roxanne's eyes closed as his fingers mauled her breasts, kneading, tugging on her nipples until they were taut, begging for him to suck them.

When his hand pulled away, Roxanne whimpered, her eyes opening. He was rummaging around in the bag before pulling out a black collar with a little silver bell. He stared at her neck. Her name necklace was hanging proudly in place. 

She watched as he reached behind her neck to unfasten the gold chain. As soon as it fell away he replaced it with the collar. Once it was in place, he couldn't help himself. He flicked the bell just to hear it jingle.

She watched him stand, placing her necklace on the desk near his computer. He motioned for her to stand too. This time she did without any hesitation.

He grabbed the chain, turning her around so her back was to him. He kissed her skin, tasting the sweetness of her flesh all the while holding her captive. 

Roxanne let out a low moan as he began to rub his hand over her belly and down her thigh. She was already wet with desire.

His hand pulled her thighs apart, fingers brushing against her clitoris, sending shivers of anticipation through her. Testing her wetness, he slid a single finger into her, feeling her body welcoming him with warmth.

He pulled his hand away, causing a groan of frustration to escape from Roxanne's throat. He chuckled as he returned to the bag for the last item.

When he turned back around, panic crossed Roxanne's face. She gasped, wondering how it would look to the neighbours to see a naked woman in chains wearing fox ears running down the street.

He lowered his hand, with it taking the new toy for her from her eye line. “Roxanne, I'm not going to hurt you,” he said soothingly, taking her in his arms. “If you want out, just say so and I'll stop.”

She stared up at him, her blue eyes flashing with shades of yellow and green. She bit her lip, her eyes dropping to his hand. “You're not going to take funny pictures of me are you?” she asked, arching her eyebrow so high it was in danger of shooting right off her forehead. He shook his head. “No, but this will heighten the pleasure aspect for what I have in mind.”

Swallowing hard, Roxanne look down at the foxtail he held in his hand. The orange and black fur teamed it nicely with the ears she was wearing.

He turned her around so that her back was to him. She stood waiting, tension rising in her shoulders. His hand returned in between her thighs, rubbing her, teasing her body. She gasped when she realised his hand was already slick with moisture.

She felt his hand move to her ass, rubbing the lubricant into her puckered hole, first with one finger then two. Her whole body tensed as she cried out, eyes closing tightly.

“Just relax, sweetheart,” he whispered in her ear. “I promise, it will feel good.”

He grabbed the chain hanging between her wrists and pulled her backwards, her body pressing against his. Her back had arched, pushing her breasts forward and her butt out as he held her in place.

Slowly, he pressed the tip of the tail against her anus, pressing lightly. He could see she wasn't relaxing, her body fighting the invader. “Relax,” he said.

Roxanne took a deep breath and as she did, he pushed the foxtail into her ass. She cried out, her head turning away so he couldn't see the tears forming in her eyes. He kissed her shoulder, her jaw line before turning her head to look at him. “Who's my sexy little fox?” he asked as she blushed.

He pulled her to his bed, placing her on all fours facing him. She watched him unzip himself, releasing his rock hard cock to the cool night air.

“Open,” he commanded, his hips rocking towards her mouth. She obeyed, looking up at him, her eyes filled with interest and fear.

His cock stroked in and out of her mouth while her tongue flickered across the sensitive head. His hand ran through her hair, pulling it a times to make the bell around her neck jingle.

He pulled back, telling her to turn around. She did, wiggling her new tail at him. He grinned, feeling the softness of it run over his hand.

He grabbed her hips, thrusting forward, sinking into her moist heat. Her audible gasps were music to his ears as he rocked himself deeper into her. 

He gave her tail a tug, listening to her moan of pleasure. She could feel it pulling against her and the sensations alarmed her. All the nerves in her body felt like they were on fire. 

Roxanne wiggled her butt backwards, pushing against his hips as he thrust into her, his nails digging into her hips. She groaned, gasping as his hand reached under her, rubbing against her clitoris.

With his free hand, he gave her tail another tug, sending a small tremor through her body. Roxanne moaned, sweat dripping down her nose. She was sure her make-up had run but she didn't care. That familiar swell in her belly had her begging for him to take her harder. 

He could feel her body reacting to his manipulations. Her clitoris was swollen, her body tensing as her orgasm washed over her. 

He didn't let up rubbing her, prolonging her pleasure until she was begging him to stop. 

Her pleasure forced his own orgasm to the surface. He withdrew from her and gripped her jaw in his hand. Obediently, she opened her mouth, taking him in as he came hard, filling her mouth with his seed.

Roxanne's eyes watered as she choked slightly, attempting to swallow the warm, white liquid.

He pulled away from her, some of his juices trickling out the corner of her mouth.

Smiling, he reached down and wiped it away. She sat, her newly added tail pushing deeper inside her. She winced and moved into a more comfortable position. She licked her lips, staring up at him. “What kind of a game was that?” she asked innocently.

He smiled. “Game?” he teased. “That was no game, dear. That was just the beginning.”

Roxanne's eyes grew wide as he released her wrists from her binds. “The beginning?” she asked, scooting towards the end of the bed, prepared to make an escape should she need to.

He grinned, his eyes flaming with desire. “Yes, my little fox, just the beginning,” he teased, reaching for her, his hand running over her arm before touching her collar. “It's hunting season.”