Page 57 of Plug and Tame

“Kira…” His voice broke, and it took him a moment before he could compose himself enough to speak. “You will be everything to me, do you understand? Everything. And almost nothing to my father, and yet, it will be his bedchamber you wait in every night.” He kissed her mouth forcefully as he stroked her clit, rubbing her wet folds intensely. “He will be the one to take your cunt night after night, not me. It will be his cock, his seed that fills you. It will be his kisses that wake you in the night, and his punishments that fill your dreams.” His voice shook with barely repressed pain as tears filled his eyes. “So…” He took a steadying breath, “think about that, slut, as you come for me. Come for me now.”

Kira’s eyes widened in horror. She wanted to console Nathaniel—the person behind this cold mask—but the heady combination of his command and the brutal thrust of his fingers was too much to bear, and she silently gasped for air as he drove her over the edge.

Pleasure slammed into her as he pushed his fingers further into her, lifting her completely off her feet and sliding her up the wall. He crushed her with his chest, and a ragged sound that was more a squeal than a scream tore from her throat.

The orgasm was gone as quickly as it had come, a fleeting sensation that had robbed her of autonomy and left no satisfaction in its wake.

She stared helplessly at Nathaniel, twitching and pulsing on his hand. She leant close to kiss him, but he was too far away, her lips inches from his.

He did not close the distance, and it crushed her.

Just like she’d crushed him with her taunts.

He kept her pinned against the wall, their breaths mingling as they sucked in deep breaths, both of them craving something the other could not give.

Gradually, her mind began to clear, and the reality of the situation loomed over her.

“You just made me come thinking of your father,” she stated.

“Indeed.”

It had been one thing to rile Nathaniel up about it his father, but another thing entirely to get off on it.

“I will never be yours,” she said, her voice harsher than she’d intended it. It was something they’d both known, and yet, she was only just realising how brutal the finality of it all was.

Nathaniel dropped his gaze, and he set her down gently, letting her slide down the wall and slip through his fingers as if she were a fragile flower. His voice was hoarse as he acknowledged the truth of her words.

“You will never be mine.”

Kira’s heart beat hard as he brushed a strand of hair that had escaped her plait out of her eyes. She waited for him to speak, wishing he would tease her, challenge her. Tell her what to do.

Even another punishment would have been better than this despondent silence.

But instead, Nathaniel wordlessly dropped the leash and slowly walked away towards the dorm’s living area.

Kira blinked as she stared after him, guilt pooling in her chest. Her comment had been cruel—too cruel, and she wished she could take it back.

What the hell am I doing, provoking him like that? I agreed to this arrangement. He’s just doing his job training me, but I’m giving him hell for it.

She didn’t always agree with his methods, but he was trying to prepare her, mentally and physically, for the mission ahead.

And she was doing everything in her power to sabotage it. Was he making her life difficult?

Yes.

Was her outburst justified?

Probably.

But she’d just had a glimpse of how hard this process was for him as well, and she was acting like a bitch.

Sighing in exasperation, she snatched up the leash and hurried after Nathaniel.

Chapter 20

On Leash Training

Nathaniel