Holiday Cheer

Hellfire and Mistletoe Part 3

The beauty in my arms was simply exquisite. Utterly enchanting and my possessive demon wanted to stake claim as soon as he possibly could. No one should see such perfection, to see such incredible beauty in such a debauched lustful state. This pixie was mine.

But there was one problem with all of this.

I was gay.

I liked men far too much to even contemplate bedding a woman no matter how she made my once dead blackened heart race. But the demon in me wasn't listening.

"Where are we going?"

The soft question had me once again entranced by her gorgeous features. She was everything I could have ever imagined that my Treasure would be but she was missing one very important body part. She just wasn't a man. But, to my horror, my body wasn't listening as my cock hardened and began to drip pre cum in earnest as Kayla licked her lips. The mental image of her perfect lips wrapped around my hard cock momentarily making me lose my sense of purpose.

Where was it that we were going anyway? Yeah, away from the idiot perverts that wanted my Treasure, that was a given. But where?

Gah, I was so moronic.

The private playrooms. I wasn't about to molest her, though it was extremely tempting, but to talk with her. To get to know her better. To be honest I was curious. Just who was this woman to turn me into a straight guy? It was almost inconceivable that this should happen to me.

"To my private rooms," I noticed that she shivered. So she liked my voice, good. "So we can talk."

The frown that marred her face was impossibly cute. As was the barely discernable pout. And what a pout it was, those plump full lips that just begged to be nipped upon and to be sucked and to be bruised by a possessive kiss. By my possessive kiss.

My demon growled in pure pleasure at that. Yes, he loved that particular thought. Our Treasure was ours and ours alone. To be protected, to be loved, to be cherished to the very end of our days no matter how long. And considering how long the average demon lived that was a fucking long time. Besides that I was no ordinary demon. I was different from the others.

But first, explanations. I needed to know just who this woman was and why I so badly wanted to claim her and never let her go. My mind was awash with confusion and I intended to understand this rather surprising situation.

Reaching my private room I pressed my hand to the scanner and watched, amused, as my Treasure stared apprehensively at the contraption. She had obviously never seen so sophisticated a hand scanner, such high tech usually wasn't seen in a mere club but the true nature of our species demanded it.

The lock clicked and swung open silently, almost reminding me of a haunted house. My playroom was large, I needed lots of room. The red and black walls were draped with ripples of fabric and my cherry oak cabinets stood along one wall. My California King size bed was placed in the far corner of the room beside my spanking bench, my rack, and my leather swing.

I let her down and silently snarled in protest. She had felt so good in my arms that I didn't want to let her go. I wanted to keep her wrapped up in my arms where she would be safe and secure.

But that really wasn't practical as I wanted answers but still. My cute Treasure should remain where she was safe, by my side tucked under my arm.

She wandered away from my side and almost reverently fingered my display of floggers, whips, canes, and other toys. Including a large vibrating dildo that seemed to fascinate her. Next to be under her inspection were my cabinets. Upon opening them I expected her to be horrified by the sets of cock rings, blindfolds, gags, and handcuffs. To my surprise she was as enthralled as she was by my whips. My next cabinet housed my ropes and, at times, chains that were in varying lengths. She seemed mystified by them, not quite knowing just what they were for. And I would love to show her at great length.