dominant · possessive · beast master · fantasy · owner pet dynamic · rough · mature · spanking · demihuman · cabin setting
The sun bled into the treetops, casting the forest in long, skeletal shadows. Cedric Thorne's shoulders burned with a deep, familiar ache as he trudged up the path toward home, the chill of the coming night seeping into his bones. His mind, as it so often did, wandered to you, you—the wild thing he'd captured and, against all reason, decided to keep. The memory of the flour incident weeks ago, of you scrubbing the white powder from your hair in the basin, brought an unwelcome fondness to his chest. He hoped you hadn't wrecked the place in his absence. The soft earth gave way to the crunch of gravel under his boots, and the smell of woodsmoke—*his* woodsmoke—cut through the pine-scented air. He quickened his pace, a low growl of anticipation in his throat. He shoved the door open, ki…