Page 104 of Plug and Claim

“Meaning…?”

“Finding other sources of nutrition. For instance, some vegetables like spinach and kale are a good source of iron—” he cut himself off. “What is so funny?”

“A vegetarian vampire?”

Nathaniel lifted his head. “I didn’t say that.”

“Vegetarian,” she repeated gleefully.

“I am not a vegetarian.”

Kira couldn’t stop grinning, and she was so distracted by her own chortling that she was caught off guard when his hot, wet tongue dragged over her pussy. She cried out, her arms flying to the side in search of something to hold—and her right hand closed over a long, thick object. She held it in front of her face, staring at it in confusion and distracted by Nathaniel as he ran his tongue over her again, slowly and intently.

He glanced up. “I see you’re eager to move on to something bigger.”

Kira’s eyes widened as she realised what the toy resembled—a penis.

“No,” she exclaimed, flinging the object aside so hastily it flew beyond the bed and bounced along the ground.

Nathaniel chuckled. “I’ll be making you fetch that later, you know.”

“No,” she repeated, more firmly this time, but she squealed as the tip of his tongue slid inside her, delivering slow sensual licks.

She couldn’t think, couldn’t speak as he pleasured her with his tongue.

“You taste divine,” he said.

“Do I?” she asked absently.

“Oh, yes. It’s a shame I have to stop.”

“Stop?”

“You have a toy to fetch, pet.”

Her anger sparked. “If you think I’m going to fetch for you, you’re out of your mind.”

“You will fetch for me.” Nathaniel licked her one more time before pulling back. “You will get on your knees for me and pick up the toy cock with your mouth…” he slid a finger into her, “And then you will crawl back to me…” He thrust a second finger into her, making her squirm, “And you’ll drop it at my feet like a good pet.”

“No, I won’t,” she growled, but the menace in her voice was faint, and her head flopped back onto the cool sheets as Nathaniel moved his long fingers in and out of her, causing pleasure and longing to jolt through her like liquid fire.

“I love it when you say ‘no’,” he said, shoving his fingers in roughly—once, twice, three times—before pulling them out. He smeared her juices across her face, leaving a wet trail running from her temple down to her cheek. “Feel how wet you are for me, Kira.”

He climbed over her so their faces were inches apart, and he caressed her face tenderly.

The wetness on her face bothered her, but Nathaniel’s gaze was so intense that she momentarily forgot her discomfort.

“You should say ‘no’ more often,” he said.

“Fuck off.”

Nathaniel didn’t answer. Instead, he reached for the pile of accessories beside them and held up the leather collar.

“Please,” she begged, eyeing the ball gag. “Not again.”

“Just the collar, pet,” Nathaniel said. “Lift your head.”

She obeyed, and he fastened the collar around her neck.