Page 62 of Plug and Claim

His cock was still hard as iron, making it impossible to do anything, or to even breathe, and panic set in as she ran out of air, her nostrils barely drawing air.

Was this it?

Was she going to die choking on his fucking cock?

Nathaniel’s expression softened. “You can do this, Kira. I wouldn’t ask you otherwise. Do you understand?”

She gave a tiny nod.

“Good. Now, show me.”

He didn’t need to add ‘or else’. His unspoken threat to expose Mary and Byron had taken all resistance out of the equation. She’d failed.

Fuckkk.

She attempted a partial swallow, her throat and jaw muscles tensing uncomfortably.

“That’s it, there’s a good girl,” he coaxed, his words of encouragement rolling off her and causing heat to pool in her core. “You can do it. Show me how good you are.”

Kira hated the sound of his voice, and yet, she found strength in it too. There was a part of her that longed for his praise, and it frightened her almost as much as the rapid beat of her heart as she met his blue eyes. They had softened, the once-icy irises glazed with pleasure.

He was beautiful.

Fucked in the head, but…beautiful.

It took a series of half swallows, but little by little, she was able to swallow most of his cum before she suddenly choked and fell back. His cock slipped out of her mouth as she landed on her ass, spluttering the last streams of gloopy cum onto the fur pelts at Nathaniel’s feet.

She tensed and looked up at him, conscious of his sticky cum trailing from her chin.

He tilted his head at her, and she shrivelled at the note of disappointment in his tone. “Well, you get points for trying. But chin up, pet. I’ll give you another chance to make it up to me.” He nodded at the floor.

She bristled as she realised what he meant—he wanted her to lick it up off the ground. “You can’t be serious,” she said, her voice thick and mucousy.

His words were low and threatening. “You do not want to find out how serious I am.”

She was about to tell him to go fuck himself when she spotted the knife out of the corner of her eye, lying on the floor less than three feet from her.

Retrieving the knife was doable— if she was fast—and after sucking off her mortal enemy, she would never be able to live with herself if she didn’t at least try.

“Yes, sir.” She bent forward, her head dipping to the floor. Her tongue flicked out to collect the strands of cum clinging to the grey pelts. Fur and semen stuck to her tongue, the coarse hairs tickling her nose as she bent even lower, her hand stretched out, groping for the knife.

Her heart leapt as she felt the hilt, her fingers closing over it.

Yes!

And then her hand was crushed by the heavy press of Nathaniel’s shoe.

“Ow!” she cried, the knife falling out of her grasp as her hand sprang open. She lost her balance and fell face first into the sticky wolf pelt.

Nathaniel sighed. “Oh, Kira, what am I to do with you? For a moment, I dared believe your obedience was genuine.”

His shoe lifted off her and she snatched her hand back, nursing her wrist as she shot him the dirtiest snarl she could muster.

“Fuck, you.”

“Oh no,” he said, surprising her when he slid off the armchair and hoisted her onto it instead, ignoring the knife at their feet completely. He knelt before her, gazing up at her with hunger in his eyes. “It’s your turn, my dear.”

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