Page 46 of Plug and Tame

“Relax,” he ordered, placing a hand on her chest when she tried to sit up. He gently pushed her back so she lay against the bath. When she glared at him, he added, “You promised to do anything I asked. So, let me touch you.”

Kira looked away defeatedly, and he rubbed her folds in circular motions, working her until her eyes fluttered shut and her head tipped back against the bath’s edge.

He leant over the bath to be closer to her, bracing himself with one hand on the edge whilst he inserted two fingers into her pussy. He was pleased to feel her arousal, even through the water. He worked her until she was panting, her small melodic whimpers causing his spine to tingle. She was so beautiful, and he wanted her to feel how much he cared for her, despite what he’d made her endure in the forest.

“I apologise if I was rough with you,” he began. He immediately regretted the words because they sounded so inadequate.

“You did what you had to do,” Kira replied detachedly, arching her back to try and meet the thrusts of his fingers. “Just keep going.”

Nathaniel was happy to comply, but he couldn’t help but ask the questioning weight on him. “I hope you can forgive me for the way I treated you—”

“You had no choice,” she said with a shrug. “I forced your hand.”

It was true. “But even so…”

“Just keep touching me. Please.”

Her amenability surprised him, and it was at odds with how upset she’d been with him earlier, but he was happy to do whatever he could to make it up to her now. And if what Kira wanted were not words of apology, but this…then he was ready and willing to oblige.

“Do you like that?” he asked huskily, inserting his fingers deeper into her cunt.

Kira’s chest rose with a gasp her nipples piercing through the frothy bubbles that had hidden them.

“Yes,” she whispered. “I do.”

She was getting close to her orgasm, and he sped up, his bicep bulging and the veins on his forearm prominent as he stroked and fingered her pussy.

Suddenly, her eyes flew open, and she clutched his wrist, pulling his fingers deeper into her. “And I hope you can forgive me too,” she said through manic, glazed eyes.

He was so enthralled that her words hardly registered. “Forgive you, pet? Whatever for?”

“For thinking of your father now as I come,” she hissed, bucking her hips against his hand as she approached her release. “For pretending this is his hand, not yours.”

Her sick words sunk into him like claws and tore the flesh from him. That was when he saw the angry sparks in her eyes, hidden amongst her glazed desire. Her passive expression melted away, and she jutted her chin at him defiantly as he went still.

She’s goading me.

If her words hadn’t struck him so deeply, he would’ve laughed at her cleverness.

He removed his hand and stood abruptly, leaving Kira unfulfilled once more.

“What’s wrong?” she taunted, sitting up so abruptly that water sloshed out onto the tiles. “Was it something I said?”

Nathaniel ignored her. She was trying to rile him up, and it was working. He’d allowed her to sense weakness, to see his vulnerability, and she’d struck like a snake. He dried his hand on a towel and left the bathroom.

Kira’s bitter laughter echoed after him.

Nathaniel paced his room, his ears ringing as he imagined his father’s hands on Kira as he lay on top of her, hurting her.

His fists clenched, his fingernails digging into skin. The dangers ahead of Kira frightened him, but one thing he had not contemplated was the possibility that she might actually enjoy being with his father. It was a ridiculous notion. Beyond farfetched.

Wasn’t it?

The possibility was infuriating, and it made his blood run cold with fear.

She’s just messing with me.

He knew that. But the possibility remained, however slim: his father was a powerful man, and had a way of getting what he wanted. He knew how to use force, but he also knew how to make sweet promises that people found hard to resist.