Page 142 of Plug and Tame

“Please,” she said, wiping the corners of her eyes. “I want something that’s real. Even if it’s not perfect. I’ve missed us.”

Nathaniel bowed his head in quiet contemplation.

When he lifted it, his voice was paradoxically soft and brittle, like chalk that was ready to snap. “Are you absolutely sure?”

Kira wriggled where she sat, conscious of his hardening length through his trousers. “Yes, sir.”

Nathaniel shut his eyes for a moment, as if he’d been longing to hear those words from her for as long as she’d been wanting to say them.

“Well, then…” He eased himself back in his chair, planting his feet apart as he spread his legs. “You know what to do, pet.”

She did. Slowly, she shuffled forward to kneel between his legs, her worries dissolving as she reached to unbuckle his belt. He was rock hard, his shaft smooth and velvety beneath her fingers as she took him out.

Before she could place her lips on his cock, however, Nathaniel spoke. “One more thing…”

She swallowed in nervous anticipation, hoping he would say the terrible, unforgiveable, liberating words that had lived locked up in her treacherous heart ever since his father had abused her. The words that could set her free, at least for a little while.

“Yes?” she breathed when he didn’t speak.

He stroked her cheek with his thumb in a rough caress that made her body tingle.

And then he said them—those beautiful, dark words she’d been too ashamed to ask for. The ones that had haunted her nightmares and inspired her dreams.

Nathaniel’s voice grew raspy. “I want you to imagine that it is my father’s cock you are sucking. And when you taste me, you will think of him, and moan his name. Will you do that for me?”

“Yes, sir,” she gasped, her lips a tantalising inch from the head of his cock.

“Good.” A slow, cruel smile spread across Nathaniel’s face—one that was so convincing that she had no trouble imagining the ruthless vampire who had once bent her over the throne before a jeering crowd and fucked her until her legs shook and his cum seeped down her legs.

Except this time, she was safe, with the man she loved and trusted with all her heart.

Nathaniel stroked her hair, his eyes glimmering. “You may begin, slut. Let us see what you are good for.”