Page 50 of Plug and Tame

She let out a laugh of disbelief. “Forget it. We had an agreement. You agreed to no sex.”

“I agreed to the specific terms you laid out.”

“Exactly! So what—”

“You never said I couldn’t make you suck my cock.”

“Yes, I did!” Kira retorted, feeling a hot blush spread across her face. “I said—”

“You said I cannot come in your mouth. And I will not. But I do expect you to suck me off.”

“What? No!” She leapt to her feet, staring at him incredulously. “Fuck off. You know that’s not what I meant.”

“What I know, slut,” Nathaniel said in a crisp voice, “is that we have an agreement, one that I will honour. I will ensure the Poplarins make you their alpha. I will train you to use your magical abilities. I will not take your virginity, nor will I ever come inside you again.”

She turned on her heel furiously, but Nathaniel was on his feet in an instant. He spun her around and seized her throat, making her wheeze for air. “Meanwhile, I will teach you to become the perfect undercover assassin to kill my father—but you have a very long way to go, Kira. You are wilful, disobedient, impulsive—and I love you for it. But you are so very far from the perfect whore you need to be. So, you can count on me to use every toy, rope, chain and whip I have at my disposal.”

He was breathing heavily, his eyes wild in a way she’d never seen before, and when he released her, she dropped to the ground, panting for air and clutching her throat.

Nathaniel sat down in his armchair. The towel had fallen away, and he gripped his shaft with one hand whilst beckoning with the other. “Come here.”

Reluctantly, Kira shuffled onto her knees before him, but she did not touch him. She waited for him to tell her to suck his cock, but he didn’t. Instead, he began to stroke himself near her face.

She wanted to tell him to fuck off, but his chokehold had unnerved her.

“Play with yourself, pet.”

Kira hesitated.

“Go on,” he coaxed, “Make yourself come for me.”

Her hand drifted down. It felt so good to touch her clit, even if she felt awkward doing so in front of Nathaniel.

“That’s it, keep going,” he urged, fisting his cock.

Her cheeks burnt hot as she stroked herself beneath his unnerving gaze. She tried to remember how his eyes had looked earlier, because all she saw now was Henrikk’s stark cruelness reflected in them.

“I don’t think I can come like this,” she said.

Nathaniel smiled. “Oh, but I’m certain you can. And I will relish every second of it. Now, eyes on me, and continue.”

Annoyance sparked, but Kira did not stop. She fingered herself, trying to block out Nathaniel’s presence, which was impossible when he kept directing her to look at him.

And then, embarrassingly, she grew wetter, and her fingers began to make a wet, squelching sound as she moved them in and out of herself.

Nathaniel smiled. “Do you hear that, pet?”

Kira stilled. “No.”

“Don’t be coy, and do not stop. I love hearing how wet you are.”

Her face flushed even hotter, her ears burning. She opened her mouth to protest, but he cut her off.

“Show me your fingers.”

“Here,” she snapped, whipping her hand up and thrusting it in his face, giving him the middle finger.

Nathaniel laughed, and she was mortified to see that her fingers were slick with her arousal, the sticky strands hanging between her fingers like honey.