Owning the Kitsune

/ December 13, 2016 /
Title: Owning the Kitsune
Series: Kitsune Tales #3
Published by: Self-Published
Release Date: July 26, 2016
Genre: ,
Pages: 26


I had gambled with my future and lost. I had counted on my wits and my strength to save me, never expecting to be brought down by my own heart.

Now I'm in this strange new world, learning about new men and their ways. Trying to keep the promise I made to him that I'd always be good. But there is only one man I can't stop thinking about, and it seems he may not yet be out of my life forever...

Owning the Kitsune is a 7,500 word erotic paranormal short story with multiple partners and elements of BDSM.


Behind me, the door to the room opened.

I recognized the scent of one of the men who had been at the rendezvous point earlier. Then his reflection appeared in the mirror. He was behind me. Stopped in his tracks and stared at me.

Judging from his size and the gun holster on his belt that peeked out from under the edge of his coat, I assumed he was some kind of bodyguard. He looked to be a good twenty years younger than Master, possibly in his mid-thirties. I could smell his lust and there was no mistaking the bulge in the front of his tailored trousers. “Damn, boss. She’s a beauty.”

“That she is. But I’m afraid I’ve had a little too much to drink tonight, Jenson. You know what that means.”

Jenson grinned and I squirmed. Something about his look was making me very uncomfortable. “With pleasure, boss.”

He stepped up so close, I could feel the heat of his body. He reached around and squeezed my breasts.

I instinctively recoiled.

“There’s no need for that, kitsune,” Master said. “This is just a little game we like to play from time to time. Isn’t that right, Jenson?”

“Yeah, boss. Dozens of times.” Jenson dragged me back against his body, grinding his hard-on against my ass. Despite the strangeness of the situation, I found myself getting wet and my nipples hardened.

My master’s vague words had done little to reassure me, especially since I could smell the alcohol on his breath. He’d had several strong drinks during the car ride, was still drinking more now, and I wondered if he was in his right mind.

If he wasn’t, there was a good chance I’d end up being punished for this strange encounter in the morning. Or whenever he happened to sober up again.

Perhaps he finally noticed my discomfort. “He’s going to fuck you for me, kitsune.” He unzipped his pants and pulled out his flaccid cock. “I’m afraid the alcohol has worked against me this night.”

I think I would have laughed if I could. But Jenson was touching me again, his mouth hot and wet against my neck as he ran his hands over my body. He cupped one hand around my breast as he slipped the other between my legs. I could not help moaning, sagging back against his hard body. “She’s wet.”

“Excellent. Carry on.”

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