Page 4 of Plug and Claim

Is he undressing?

Fear coiled and she lunged forward, using his momentary distraction to bite him, her human teeth clamping down on his wrist.

The vampire hissed in pain and snatched his hand back, shoving her back against the wall.

They both panted as they glared at each other, not from exertion but…exhilaration?

“Feisty,” he chuckled, his eyes shining with approval. “You have a nasty bite.”

“That was nothing,” she retorted, noting with disappointment that her teeth hadn’t broken skin. His hand was red from bite marks, but there was no blood. Did vampires even bleed? She’d never thought to ask.

“It would be in your best interest to come peacefully,” the vampire said, reaching inside his coat. He produced a thick, black strap of leather with steel buckles, from which dangled a thinner strap that had a smooth round ball at its centre. The ball was perfectly round, about the size of a plum, and was smooth and bright red.

“What the fuck is that?” Kira cried.

“A collar and gag. I will muzzle you if necessary. So, tell me. Is it necessary?”

Kira couldn’t speak. The sight of the leather and steel was a horrific sight. She lunged forward, trying to push past him, but he was ready for her, and he slammed her against the wall, knocking the breath from her lungs.

“Last chance, pet. I will not ask again. Will you be good for me?”

The word ‘pet’ caused rage to surge through her, and a deep, angry snarl tore from her throat. “I am not your pet! Do not call me that!”

The vampire used that opportunity to shove the ball gag inside her mouth. She threw her head back, but it banged against the wall, and the cold object filled her mouth and muffled her protests. She struggled, but his fingers were fast and nimble, and his hard body pressed her against the wall as he roughly fastened the strap behind her neck. The collar was wide enough to cover her throat, and as he tightened it, she felt the leather constrict her breathing.

Panic surged through her as she lost her ability to speak or to even breathe properly. She tried to shout, but her words were incomprehensible.

Suddenly, it was quiet in the cottage. The only noise was Kira’s wheezing as she was forced to breathe through her nose, and the pounding of blood in her ears.

What the hell had just happened?

The ball gag pressed heavily on her tongue, forcing her lips to stretch around it. She hated the thought of how she looked wearing it.

Meanwhile, the bastard just stood there, watching her.

Slowly, she lifted her gaze to meet his.

He stared back calmly, his head tilted as if to gauge her reaction. His apathy only added to her humiliation.

“There,” he pronounced, running his thumb across her cheek, “isn’t that better?”

Fuck you! she tried to yell, but she could not speak. The gag had robbed her of any autonomy she might have had.

“Are you going to behave?”

Kira managed to free her arm and threw a punch at his face. She missed.

“Don’t make me tie your hands, too.”

She flinched as he reached to touch her face, but his fingers were gentle, gliding along the thin straps that ran from the gag and dug into her cheeks.

She grimaced and turned her head away, refusing to look at him. It was the only thing she still had control over.

He let out a low chuckle.

She waited for him to release her, but the seconds stretched, and her contempt for him grew the longer his body remained against hers. He was tall and lean, and even through his shirt, she could feel his warm, hard torso where it compressed her breasts. She’d wrongly assumed that vampires were cold-blooded, assuming that’s what he is. Her gaze darted to his mouth. His lips were parted in a subtle smile, and the tips of two fangs were visible.

Definitely a vampire.