Instead of her usual hazel eyes, dark brown eyes rimmed with black fur stared back at her. It looked as if she wore eyeliner. Her hair was now a mass of white curls that fell to her shoulders, and two delicate fox ears sat on top of her head. Her canines were considerably sharper behind her pale pink lips. As she twirled and examined herself, she couldn’t resist stroking her hands over her body. When she smoothed her hand down the soft fur covering her arm, she marveled at how different it felt than the sensation of skin on skin.
Metal clanged behind her, and she whirled to see Bryan opening the door to her cage. Desire drew her nipples to hard points as she examined his costume. He was still human, but he wore black leather pants tucked into black motorcycle boots. The magnificent expanse of his chest was bare, and his blue eyes practically glowed as he returned her stare.
The warmth in his gaze made her knees tremble as he beckoned her forward. “You look amazing.”
“Thank you, Sir.” Her voice came out deeper than usual, with the edge of an almost purring growl.
Her cage was surrounded by wooden walls on three sides, so when she stepped out and into Bryan’s arms, she caught her first glimpse of the zoo. She froze, overwhelmed by the beauty around them. The warm air, which she could only describe as springlike, caressed her body as Bryan slowly turned her in his arms so she could get a full view.
A zoo in truth stretched down as far as she could see, but instead of traditional animals in the habitats, men and women in exotic hybrids of human and beast graced each enclosure. Some merely preened, displaying themselves for the pleasure of their owners, while others performed tricks for the crowd. Not all were sexual in nature. The water habitat closest to them held what appeared to be a half man/half seal who jumped through a series of rings while his mistress snapped her whip and directed him in an intricate display of grace and beauty.
The cage next to hers had been empty, but before her astonished eyes, a woman who had emerald scales like a snake materialized. As the reptilian woman blinked to orient herself, she held out her hands and laughed in delight. From Tanwen’s left, she watched one of the doms approach the snake woman with a brilliant smile on his dark face. A smile much like the one Bryan wore.
“Little flame, do you realize your tail is getting frisky with me?”
She startled in his arms and glanced down to find her tail had wound around him. He smiled as she brought her tail back under control. “In a world full of amazing creatures, you are the most spectacular.” She flushed, and he grinned, stroking his hands over her body. “I’ve never been a big fan of hairy women, but you’ve made me change my mind.” He leaned closer and nuzzled the side of her neck. “Wonder how far that fur extends below that tiny skirt?”
Her breath came out in a heated burst as his clever fingers delved beneath her skirt, giving her pussy a brief stroke, gathering some of the moisture that coated her labia. “Sir, people can see us!”
“Smooth enough to eat without getting fur in my mouth,” he responded and ignored her attempts to push him away. “Though I may have to put mittens on you before those lovely claws of yours tear my back up. Or maybe I’ll just restrain you to have my pleasure.”
Not waiting for her answer, he held her hand and pulled her back over to the entrance of her cage. There was a small table next to the door that she’d missed in her initial examination. Bryan opened it and pulled out a glittering length of gold chain that matched the chains holding up her skirt. Next he pulled out what looked like a pink leather dog collar.
“Little flame, come here.”
She took a hesitant step forward, closing the brief distance between them.
“Kneel.”
His ice blue eyes held no hint of humor or compassion as she considered his request—no, his demand. The idea of wearing his collar, being led about like a pampered pet, excited and scared her. She’d been on another man’s leash for twenty years and had no desire to return to that state anytime soon. But this situation, this man, was so very different, and a little flame of happiness burned in her heart at the thought of everyone looking at them together and knowing she was his.
“Tanwen, do not make me tell you again.”
To her surprise, she found herself kneeling before him even as her mind fought with the idea. She lifted the mass of white curls so he could secure the collar. When he tightened the leather strap around her neck, her breath came out in a hiss. The leash snapped on, and with that snick came a wave of heat rushing through her body. Her nipples bunched into hard points against the thin cloth of her top.
On her knees, she was at the height of his cock and couldn’t help but notice he was aroused as well. That knowledge made her feel a tiny bit better and gave her a sense of her own power. He may hold the leash, but she willingly let him do so. The leather around her throat became less constricting, and she found she could breathe easily.
“I am so proud to have you as my pet for the day, little flame. Look at the masters waiting by the river for their subs to appear. They want you, badly, but you are mine.”
She stole a glance out of the corner of her eye as her tail wrapped around her paws like a fur blanket. True to his word, the doms had all turned to watch them. Each had focused on her with a burning intensity that sped her pulse. She quickly looked away, but in her imagination, those gazes continued to burn along her skin.
Bryan shifted, and her attention was drawn back to him. She found herself staring at the deep brown hair around his belly button that led a trail down into his pants. In the sunlight, it gleamed with hints of gold highlights, and she wanted to rub her lips against his sectioned abs, nibble the ridges until he grabbed her and used her to relive the ache she started in his body.
His voice startled her out of her daydreaming when he said, “I heard about what you did at the hotel last night with that sub who was hurt. You jumped right in to help a complete stranger. That was a very brave thing to do, and I’m proud of you.”
Unable to stop herself, she actually wriggled with pleasure from his praise. “Thank you, Sir. I didn’t help alone. Other people were there.”
“I know. Julia is a friend of mine.” He snorted, and she stole a glance at him, catching his bemused smile. “She told me if I didn’t treat you right, she’d find a dom who would.”
She frowned and placed a hand on his boot. “I don’t want another dom, Sir.”
He cocked his head and glanced at her hand, then back at her face. “Why?”
Looking down at the gleam of leather beneath her claws, she tried to think of a way to explain her complex feelings. “I feel…safe with you. I mean, I realize this is just a vacation-fling-type thing, but I couldn’t imagine facing all of this”—she gestured to the scene around them—“without someone strong to lead the way. To help me be brave.”
Silence met this statement, and her heart hurt when she met his gaze and saw displeasure reflected in the cool blue surface of his eyes. She’d said something to upset him, but she couldn’t figure out what. Trying to make up for her unknown blunder, she licked her lips and struggled to be as honest as she could. “I want you to be my master, and I want to be your submissive. I know I don’t know much about how to be a good sub, but if you teach me, I’ll do my best to please you. I-I like it when you’re proud of me. It makes me feel good to know I’m making you happy.”
He was silent for a moment, and she had to resist the urge to fidget beneath his intense gaze. “Do you truly want to know what it would be like to be my submissive?” He invaded her space farther, making her feel very small and feminine. “I’m not an easy master. I demand perfection from my subs, and I expect them to execute all my commands with grace.”