Page 49 of Plug and Tame

There was no answer, but she heard the spray of the shower beyond the door. She groaned and let her head drop back against the armchair.

Great.

How on earth was it possible to hate someone while also loving them?

And what had he meant when he said he’d take care of her? Maybe, he meant fingering her, but the ominous shift in his tone had suggested something more significant.

Her stomach did a backflip.

We agreed no sex.

The uncertainty bothered her more than the cord biting into her wrists did. Sure, the cord was soft, but he was still cruel for tying her so tightly.

Kira was almost starting to get used to being restrained by Nathaniel. And if she was being really honest with herself…there was a weird comfort in knowing she had no choice but to stay right where she was.

It quashed the flight of ideas she’d had a minute ago about rebelling.

Fuck.

Here she was, tied to a fucking chair, and she was letting herself give up.

She let out a long sigh. The armchair was too heavy to drag, the cord too tight, and there was no point struggling. It was not the most comfortable position in the world, but the rug was soft beneath her knees, and her forehead was cushioned against the armchair. It was not so bad.

The bedroom was quiet, peaceful. It was their sanctuary, in a weird, twisted way. It was a place that could be wild and thrilling in one moment, and a quiet, safe place the next.

She must have dozed off, because she flinched awake when Nathaniel placed a hand on her shoulder.

He was wearing nothing but a towel around his waist, his washboard abs glistening with water. He looked glorious in the shadows and flickering firelight. It was not a bad sight to wake up to.

Her gaze travelled up.

His hair was damp and tousled, and as he crouched beside her, she had the strong urge to touch it—except she couldn’t, because her hands were fucking tied.

“Don’t go to sleep, pet,” Nathaniel said, petting her head before untying her wrists. “We have a busy morning ahead.”

As soon as Kira was free, she sat back on her heels and rubbed her wrists.

“Busy how?” she asked.

“You have school in a few hours, and I have need of you before then.”

“School?” she exclaimed. She’d lost track of time. It couldn’t be Monday already, could it? Then again, it was the longest fucking weekend of her life. At least this meant it was over.

“Yes, pet. And I don’t want you to be late. So, I expect you to comply with my orders.”

Nathaniel lowered himself into the armchair, his towel parting to reveal a sliver of his muscled thigh. Her heart fell when she noticed the bulge of his erection through the towel.

“And how may I help you, sir?” she said stiffly, making a valiant effort at politeness.

“Can’t you guess, pet?” He parted the towel, revealing his legs—long, lithe, and golden in the firelight—and his cock at full mast, as glorious as the heavy balls that hung at its base, taut and full of his seed.

She gulped, unable to tear her eyes away from the length of his shaft, highlighted by the fire’s glow.

“You know what I want, pet. Come please me with that pretty little mouth of yours.”

Kira snapped out of her daze and shook her head furiously. “No way.”

“I’m not asking.”