Page 35 of Plug and Tame

“We don’t need it,” he said, placing his heel beside her against the table and kicking it backward.

Kira flinched as the desk slammed on the ground. When she faced back, Nathaniel had taken his cock out and was stroking it.

“I should start you off slow, given this is your first time.” He placed a hand on her ass and pulled her close, causing her to swing forward so her feet no longer supported her, and his cock pressed against her mound and belly. “I was going to be gentle…” his tone shifted an octave lower, “But I’ve waited far too long for this.”

A cold sensation washed over her.

Was he really about to do what she thought he was?

Even though he promised he wouldn’t take her virginity? Even though she had to save herself for Mark?

It’s just a dream, she reminded herself.

Nathaniel seized her legs, lifted them high, and wrapped them around his waist.

Kira let out a whimper. She had no way to hold on to him. The chain pulled her one way whilst Nathaniel pulled her another, positioning his cock so it sat at her entrance.

“Ready, slut?”

Her heart thundered in her chest. Was she ready?

If this was a dream, it felt too fucking real.

And real or not, she was scared by how much she wanted this. Was she ready to relinquish complete control? A tiny sliver of her mind said ‘no’. The rest of her said an overwhelming ‘yes’.

Nathaniel’s muscled chest and arms rippled beneath his shirt as he adjusted his grip, positioning her so the head of his cock rubbed against her clit. “I’m waiting. Are you ready to proceed with your lesson?”

The burning intensity glazing his eyes gave her the courage she needed. She nodded, and even made an attempt to say ‘yes sir’ through the gag.

Nathaniel’s voice grew so husky it made her shiver. “I can’t wait to feel you stretch around my cock. Brace yourself. Today, I will make you a woman. But do not forget, pet, that you were already my little slut.”

She winced at his words. They cut her, and filled her, stripping her bare and energising her all at the same time. It was humiliation, it was praise, but more importantly it meant she belonged to him.

“Now,” Nathaniel continued, “Spread your legs and take my cock.”

She tensed as anxiety shot through her, but there was nothing she could do as his strong fingers tightened on her hips. Slowly, purposefully, he dragged her onto his cock, his broad head spreading her lips, pushing through her entrance and stretching her walls with his thick shaft. She cried out in pain as he punctured something that had to be her hymen, but he didn’t stop like she expected him to. Instead, he continued the slow slide in until he’d penetrated her completely, leaving her panting and shaking as she adjusted to the fullness.

And then he groaned, a low, lusty sound full of edges as his voice broke with unrestrained pleasure. She could tell he was trying to collect himself as he held himself still inside her. The knowledge that he desired her so badly that he was threatening to come undone sent a rush of exhilaration sweeping through her.

In the brief seconds he held her there, impaled on his cock, she had a chance to admire this incredible man—he was powerful, strict and commanding, but also thoughtful, clever and loving, and she wanted every facet of him. She wanted him to claim her, to make her his, even if she regretted it tomorrow, or the day after, or the day after that.

Fuck the consequences. Fuck the plan.

Just let me have this with him.

It was crazy that this was who she wanted. He was the fucking enemy, but she wanted him so badly it hurt. She needed him in her bed, in her home, in her life. The realisation that these moments were fleeting—that this act between them wasn’t even real—made her vision grow blurry as sadness rolled through her.

“Shh,” Nathaniel said, wiping her tears. “Don’t cry.”

Kira remembered with a start that he could read her thoughts.

“This is as real for me as it is for you,” he said, his conviction helping ground her. “And I’m honoured that, at least this way, I will be your first.”

She squeezed her eyes shut and nodded, her wet eyelashes dampening her cheeks. She was still gagged and chained, the collar tight around her throat, but she knew he felt her gratitude through their mental link.

“I like it when you’re grateful,” Nathaniel said soothingly, kissing her forehead. “It’s a good quality in a slut.”

She bristled as she realised what was about to happen.