Page 3 of Naughty

Her eyes tip again to the side before she gives her head an emphatic shake. "It was on when I got in there. I guess curiously killed the arctic fox."

She brings her shoulders up into a shrug before nibbling on her lower lip. Enough. I'm not going to stand here and listen to any more lies. The instant she turns back around, I bring my hand up to the back of her head and close my eyes. Power flows through me like snowflakes tossed about on a breeze. In a moment or two, she slumps forward, fast asleep. I catch her as she crumples, taking care to not let her get injured.

Gathering her close, I ease my way out of the study and back towards my workshop. I pause and listen, ensuring no one sees me with my prey. With what I plan to do to her, I want complete plausible deniability. She weighs nothing in my arm. I look back down at her, marveling at just how tiny she is compared to me. From here, I can see just how pale she is. More so than normal elves. Rings, though faded, encircle her eyes.

Again, my heart tries to go to her. I don't understand. After what I just caught her doing, knowing that she's more than likely the one that put Christmas at risk, why in the sugar plum forest do I care about her wellbeing? I shake my head and continue down the hall. I'll let myself examine this later, but I need to get her squared away for right now.

Shifting her about to my other arm, I reach out and lay my fingers in the groove to open my door. Once again, I look about, ensuring my room is kept a secret. To my knowledge, no one knows about it, not even the shifter squad. The door eases shut behind us, and I breathe in deep. Walking towards the other end of the room, past my projects, I lay my hand on another wall. This one is much more sophisticated than the outside door. As the lasers scan my palm, I lean forward and open my eyes wide, so the retinal scan can do its job.

It takes a moment or two, but the door finally hisses open, letting us inside. I feel my way in the dark, not at all concerned about tripping or bumping into things. I know this room like the back of my hand. In the dead center, I find what I'm looking for. The soft vinyl caresses my fingers as I lay the elf down on the rounded bondage table. Ensuring she can't roll off, I walk back to the opening and start fiddling with the lights. A red glow illuminates the entire space, bringing a gleeful smile to my lips.

It's been years since anyone has been in this room with me. My pulse races as I bring up the red sidelights and bring down the brighter overhead lights. The room is bathed in a soft glow, illuminating everything, but keeping some parts in shadow. I ease my way over and start to arrange the elf how I want her. The high curve bends her back into a soft u shape, not enough to be agonizing, but enough to bring a bite of discomfort.

Her breasts lift high into the air, and her toes dangle off the end. Bringing her hands behind her head, I secure them to the floor with a set of cuffs attached to the tiedown with a thick, red cord. My cock leaps forward as I stand there for a moment, taking in her tiny form bound before me. I slip my hands under her hips and pull her down the table, and her back bows up into a lovely arch.

Making my way to the table's base, I take each ankle and strap them off to their respective sides. Her feet brush against the sides, and her toes dangle in the air. I take the straps and yank on them, pulling her feet backward towards her ass. Her body is taut on the table. Every inch is immobile. Stepping back, I rub my hands together and slide my gaze from the crown of her head to the soles of her feet. Closing my eyes, I rest my fingers against her forehead, letting the magic flow into her again. After a moment or two, her eyes flutter a bit then open.

"There's my naughty Christmas elf. So glad you could join me."

Her eyes get large as she squirms to get away from me. That moment she realizes she's stuck is priceless. Her movement is frantic, her breath haggard. Her body bucks and writhes as she tries to break free.

Stepping away, I head over to the opposite wall. Her head jerks to the left as she watches my every movement. Grabbing a rolling cart, I load it up with all my tools of the trade. A flogger is a must. The paddle is next, followed swiftly by my cane. Pausing, I glance at some of my edgier toys before looking back at my elf. She certainly was naughty to break into my study like that. A bit of interrogation is certainly in order.

A huge grin widens across my face as I lay down a set of needles, earrings, clamps, and a knife. From where she's at, she can't quite see what's in store for her, and that’s completely fine. I want to be there when her eyes widen with fear, dreading what I'm going to do to her body. Blood courses through my veins, hot and thick. My clothes are way too tight. Reaching down, I tug at the collar of my shirt for a moment, trying to get some relief. My shaft is rock hard and rubbing against my pants. Taking a deep breath, I try to center myself. This elf has the information I need. Only then will I slake my lust with her.

Whistling, "Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas," I push the cart over to her. She cranes up her neck to see, but the lip of the cart prevents it. She still struggles, nonetheless. It's adorable how much she thinks she's still in control. Pausing at her head, I look down at her, delighting in how close her lips are to my cock. Reaching down, I fist her hair and rub my erection across her face. Sparks fly at her touch, even through the fabric.

I let go and hunch down until I'm eye level with her. "Now then, elf. let's start with your name."