Page 114 of Plug and Tame

“I hurt you.”

“No. We endured something difficult. We both made sacrifices.”

He gave her a long, hard stare as if he didn’t believe her.

As if he was once again being too hard on himself and taking on all the blame and responsibility. Even though they were in this together. Her heart swelled with sympathy.

“I’m proud of you,” she said, enveloping him in her magic so he felt the sincerity of her words.

His brooding expression softened, his facial muscles relaxing as the pain in his eyes receded slightly. He held out his hand, offering her a hand standing up.

Kira shook her head in silent refusal. She was transfixed by his still-erect cock, which was magnificent and terrible at the same time as it gleamed wet with cum—his, and Gloria’s.

“Sir,” she whispered, waiting expectantly.

Nathaniel’s eyebrows were drawn in concern, but they now arched in bewilderment. “Yes, pet?”

“Don’t ‘yes pet’ me. You know what I want.” She wanted this moment with him, to love him, console him, to nurse the strained bond between them until it was as strong as when they’d been when they entered the nightclub together.

As degrading as the act she was contemplating was, it was the only way they could move forward.

By acknowledging what had happened.

By accepting it.

Embracing it.

And by showing Nathaniel that they could both rise above this.

Her mind was set. She would lick his cock from base to tip, dutifully and wholeheartedly, as if she were licking his wounds.

She waited for his order, cringing from the prospect even as she secretly desired it.

Something forbidden.

Something to make her toes curl and her throat gag as she pushed herself to her limits.

Something to make the bond between them stronger than ever.

“No, pet.”

“Yes.”

“No. That would be too cruel. I cannot allow you do that.”

“I want to. Please.”

Silence.

“Please.”

This wasn’t about submission. It wasn’t even about forgiveness, because there was nothing to forgive. No, this was about accepting each other and their place in this hot, messy, imperfect situation. And she could tell by the way his eyes briefly softened that he understood what she was offering.

Finally, Nathaniel caved. “Very well. If you are sure.”

“I am.”

Kira sat straighter as he removed the gag from her mouth. She wetted her dry lips, relieved that the ball that had pried her jaws open for so long was finally gone. She didn’t bother wiping the drool from her chin, Nathaniel liked it.