The Dom and The Demon

He opened his eyes carefully scrutinizing his surroundings. His wrists and ankles were leather cuffed to the walls of the mysterious dungeon and his tattered black feathered wings spread out behind him along the walls. His clothes laid strewn across the floor torn and useless, his gun laid on a table just enough out of reach. Then she walked in, she had brown hair in a tight neat bun and she wore a mask. Walking toward him she took off the mask, and he took a second to really just to look at her, try to recognize her. She wore a tight red and black leather corset, her breasts bulging gorgeously out of the top, lacy black panties that her round ass peeked out of the bottom, fishnets that accentuated her long curvy legs and knee high red leather boots. He looked down at her as she stood in front of him.
*SLAP*
His eyes glow in anger. She turns and walks back to the table leaning down with her ass up in the air and pulls two pocketknives and an intricate dagger out of her boot and places them carefully down on the table. Then with one pull she frees her hair, standing up and flipping it behind her. As it falls it settles wildly around her shoulders and over her breasts. She take a moment and stare at her subject…soaking in the realization if all she’s about to do. His bluish-green eyes full of confusion. The adrenaline is affecting him, matting his curly brown hair with sweat with sweat and causing him to bulge ever so slightly below the waist. His anger subsides, and his wings turn from tattered, black and holed to a gentler tone of light grey, and the feathers begin to become softer, shiner.
“What the hell am i doing here?” he asks in a hushed, submissive tone.
She walks past, examining him chuckling maniacally knowing he’s absolutely helpless. She reaches up and runs her hands through his thick curls, tugging his face down to kiss him roughly. She runs the flogger up his leg, lightly slapping it across his skin as she moves higher.