Page 51 of Plug and Tame

He seized her wrist before she could hide it.

Kira watched, both embarrassed and mesmerised, as he licked the sensitive skin of her palm, before sucking on her fingers one by one.

“You are so delectable,” he murmured.

“Am I?” she asked doubtfully.

“Oh, yes. I’m glad we didn’t rule eating out your pussy from the negotiation.” He smiled wickedly at her shocked reaction.

Kira jerked her hand back at the same time that he released it, and she fell backwards onto the rug, her robe falling open and her breasts bouncing.

Natheniel’s pupils dilated with hunger as they swept up and down her exposed body, his lips drawing back to expose his fangs.

“Now, pet…I want you to finish yourself off.”

“Fine. But I’ll do that in my own room. See you later.”

She scrambled to her feet and marched to the door. She’d had enough of Nathaniel’s games, or so she thought, but her heart beat wildly in her chest as a treacherous part of her willed him to chase her.

She heard him move behind her, and she broke into a run.

It was no use.

She reached for the door handle, but Nathaniel was faster, and he caught her and lifted her clean off her feet. He ignored her protests as he carried her to the bed, where he tied both of her legs and her left arm to the corner post. He kept her right arm free so she could ‘play’ with herself, but fuck that.

“I think you need some motivation,” he said when she refused to touch her clit. He knelt on the bed behind her head.

“Wh-what are you doing?”

“We will do this as long as we have to, pet,” he said, positioning his knees on either side of her head and sitting forward.

She gasped when he rested his balls on her forehead. They were heavy, soft and hard at the same time, the textured sack making her feel things she didn’t want to feel. Degradation. Humiliation. And an achy desire in her core that longed for him to pound her cravings away.

And as she felt the warmth of his sack, it became hard to think of anything outside this room, because…

His balls.

On her face.

It couldn’t get any worse than this, could it?

It filled her with a hopelessness that was comforting, and she embraced the dark resignation he offered her.

Slowly, her hand drifted down to her clit.

Nathaniel hissed in approval.

“There’s a good pet. Touch your filthy little cunt. Show me how you like it.”

Encouraged by his praise, and aroused by his insults, she sped up, stroking and fingering herself, no longer embarrassed by his scrutiny as her urgent need to climax took over. She delved in and out of her sopping pussy, gasping for air as her earlier build-up of longing and frustration hit her in full force, the feeling so intense she felt like she was going to cry.

Nathaniel lifted his balls from her forehead.

“Keep going,” he ordered, positioning his cock beside her face and swinging the shaft to the side. It sprang back and slapped her across the face.

Slap.

“Hey!” she scowled. She caught a mouthful of his cock as it swung at her again.