Bedroom


Fred held the carrier for his sylph. She grabbed one last fistful of cake and sat in it.

He carried her into his bedroom in the basement. He put the carrier on an end table beside the bed and opened the door. Princess stepped out. The basement was even colder than the kitchen had been. She hugged her fur close.

The walls were covered with posters of sports stars and scantily-clad cheerleaders.

“I love what you’ve done with the place,” she said. She pointed to one of what may have been a playmate, showing more skin than one usually saw on a sports show. “Your mom’s okay with Betty Boob over there?”

“Mom never comes down here,” he said. “Too many spiders.”

“Spiders?” She looked around suspiciously.

“Don’t worry, Princess,” he said, patting her behind. “It’s a matter of carefully maintained reputation.”

“Ah. Like the idea that your sister might sylph!” She relaxed a bit.

“Exactly!” he said.

“Now, about this naked plan?” she asked.

He reached under the bed and pulled out a couple of shoeboxes. He dumped a bunch of newspaper clippings from one to the other and put the empty one on the bed.

“I figured at night, strip you naked,” he explained, “and your only source of warmth will be little blankets in the box, here. You won’t dare run away because you’d freeze to death.”

She shivered, but wondered if Fred had ever heard of ‘acclimatizing.’ She eased one shoulder free of the fur.

“So, that’s at night, right?”

“Right.”

“I wonder if there’s a way to keep warm during… the afternoon?” She let the fur slip a little lower. A touch of cold air firmed up her nipple.

“Oh, Princess,” he murmured. “I would love to warm you up.”

He stepped to the bed and dropped his pants to his ankles. She watched as he lay down on top of the covers, then reached over for her.

She dropped the fur to the table as his hand wrapped around her. He lifted her to his chest and held her close. She spread out across his shirt, soaking up the heat of his body.

His fingers toyed with her ass, little circles moving her skin around. She purred at the attention. Every move of his hand pushed her back and forth over his chest.

His strength was unimaginable, next to her tiny, slight form. His breath coursed down over her, a furnace bellows.

She wriggled and twisted. He pushed at a shoulder and she turned easily onto her back. He stroked her breasts, belly, thighs. She grabbed at his fingers and he pulled her up, lifting her to his face.

She ended up straddling his mouth, holding his chin, his nostrils blowing across her back.

He had no idea what he was doing with her pussy, he just pushed his tongue against her and lifted. She writhed across the soft, wet surface, feeling the bumps of his tastebuds like little fingertips.

She pushed up against his hand, trying to drive herself against his tongue. He misunderstood and lifted it away. She tumbled forwards, summersaulting over his chin and rolling down his neck.

“Aw!” he complained. She was up in an instant, running across the bedsheet. He reached for where she had landed, groping around for her.

‘Naked, I ran,’ she thought to herself. She wasn’t exactly being disobedient, as he hadn’t realized she was escaping, so he hadn’t shouted-

“Hey, come back here!” he called.

She jumped off the edge of the bed, grabbing the cover and swinging down under the bed. She looked around for a hiding place, but her pause ccost her.

The mattress overhead squeaked and shifted and a hand shot down to pick her up.

“What are you doing?”

“Escaping!” she shouted.

“You’re not supposed to escape!”

“Aw, am I being…naughty?” she asked, batting her eyes.

“Yes!” He looked her over. She strained against his grip.

“Oh, you’re so strong! Be careful not to punish me too terribly hard, Master!”

“Oh,” he said.

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Index

80. Princess

82. Punishment