Page 31 of Plug and Tame

She was rewarded with a deeper thrust of his fingers, and then his mouth was on her heat once more, his tongue stroking her again and again until she was panting.

“What do you want, pet?” he asked, inserting his fingers again. “Hmm?”

Her head was spinning, and she couldn’t find the words.

Nathaniel’s hand gripped her jaw, his fingers slick with her dampness. “Answer me.”

“Your cock,” she said, so timidly it was almost a squeak.

“Where?”

Kira gulped.

When she did not answer, Nathaniel released her jaw and began to unbuckle his belt.

“Very well—I shall choose.”

Suddenly, his cock was in her face in all its magnificence.

“Open,” Nathaniel commanded, but gave her no time to comply, pinching her nose so he cut off her air supply.

The moment she opened her mouth, he thrust his cock inside, filling her with his hard length.

“Suck,” he demanded.

Kira did her best to comply, perched on the edge of the chair as Nathaniel stood before her.

“Tell me, are you enjoying yourself, pet?”

Kira knew from experience that Nathaniel expected her to answer, and with his cock still in her mouth, she mumbled a garbled response.

“It’s a beautiful night,” Nathaniel sounded like he was agreeing to a comment on the weather. “And you look so beautiful like this—with your mouth full. Is this what you meant by romantic?”

Nathaniel took hold of her hair, holding her in place as he slowly slid his cock deep down her throat until she began to gag.

“Is this what you wanted, pet?”

Another garbled response as she fought for air, the head of his cock pushing uncomfortably on the back of her throat. She clutched at his thighs, trying to push herself off.

“I can’t hear you, slut.”

After she answered him more loudly, he removed his cock and released her, leaving her bent over and gasping for breath.

She felt his hand on her head as he petted her. “Good girl. That will be all.”

She watched, dumbfounded, as he returned to his seat while doing up his trousers. He sat down, laid his napkin across his lap in one fluid motion, and had a sip of rum from his glass.

He was composed and relaxed, behaving as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened—as if she wasn’t sitting opposite him in a state of complete disarray. Chest heaving, naked breasts with dark tender nipples on full display. Her dress hiked up over her spread legs, exposing her pussy. Her cheeks were hot, and she felt like her entire body was burning up.

And he’d just left her like this. Aching, wanting.

She stared daggers at him. “Bastard.”

He didn’t reply, and fury surged through her.

“Bastard,” she repeated, leaping to her feet. She didn’t bother to adjust her dress. “This is not fair.”

“Why isn’t it fair, pet?”