Page 15 of The Devil You Know

“Meow?”

He was so precious I wanted to smother him in kisses. But what Michael wanted was to get back to having his ass spanked if the enticing small wriggle of his perky bottom was any indication.

“You can have a little spanking. As a treat,” I laughed and immediately went to work.

This time I made sure to build anticipation and prepare the angel for the rising intensity. I started with light taps just to awaken the sensitive skin once more and then alternated between his cheeks with harder slaps. Soon Michael was tossing his head, his body tensing and untensing as he expected the next blow to fall, and then he took it with grace, his mouth open as a line of drool escaped from one corner.

“Do you want more?” I asked, expecting a yes or a nod for an answer. What I got was even better.

“Meow!”

The response lit a fire in my veins and I’m sure Michael was aware how he was affecting me as he laid across my lap where a bulge was growing in my pants. I pulled my hand back and delivered a powerful blow.

“Ah! Nnn...” Michael whimpered.

“Take your reward for being a wonderful, pretty kitty,” I said before landing the next blow.

Michael’s body jumped as if he didn’t know whether he wanted to get away from the pain or chase after it. I waited just a little longer for the next blow to be more unpredictable and for the angel to relax his stiffened muscles.

“One,” I said and immediately followed it with another one. “Two, can you last to twenty, kitten? Five, six...”

The continuous barrage made Michael’s spine bow, his hands scrambling for purchase against anything he could reach; the stone, the ground, my calves. He ended up digging his fingers into my leg like a true cat. The sounds escaping his mouth were turning into yowls as well. Even without fully seeing his face at this angle I could tell there were tears gathering in his eyes, ready to slide down his flaming cheeks, the sensations of mingling pain and pleasure wreaking havoc with the angel’s emotions.

“You are taking this so beautifully, pet. Eleven, twelve...”

Lungs gasping for breath, the angel shuddered under me, his ass a live wire which sparked with my every touch and sent a shock of electric pleasure through my lover. He was a mess, and I thrilled at making him so. Michael’s hips pushed down, rubbing his cock against me frantically, desperate to cum, like an animal in heat.

“Eighteen, nineteen... Twenty!”

The last slap reverberated through the mountainside accompanied by a sob as Michael came, his cock spilling hot cum on me. The orgasm looked so intense I suspected it had to hurt. I let the angel rut against me until he was completely dry and he collapsed against me in a heap, mind drifting blissfully, the pain only a backdrop for the wonderful place he sometimes went to when I pushed him in a certain way, dominated his soul and body.

I started petting him once more, ignoring my own hard cock.

He purred under my hands.

Chapter 6

The next day after the hot springs I woke up slowly, enjoying the fact I could laze in and take my time returning to the world of awakeness. I started to stretch but... was there something on my chest? My eyes snapped open.

Me and the white fox stared at each other.

“YOU!” I screamed and lunged at the beast.

It evaded my grasp and skipped merrily off into the forest.

“What? What’s happening?” Michael asked frantically, woken up by my shout.

I stared in disbelief at the place where the animal had vanished.

“The fox. He was fucking loafing on my chest. Just chilling. On me. ON ME.”

Michael’s mouth made an O of surprise, but then his expression twitched.

“Don’t you dare,” I growled.

He burst out laughing.

“I-I’m sorry,” he said, wiping off tears of mirth. “But this is the most hilarious thing I had seen in millennia.”

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