Page 48 of Plug and Tame

Shit.

She raised her chin slowly, adopting an innocent expression. But she was too late. Nathaniel’s gaze was sharp, and he must’ve seen something on her face, because he said, “It seems I cannot trust you to follow simple commands. No matter. You will stay here while I shower.”

She snarled in protest as he took hold of her wrists and tied them with a length of cord and secured them to the leg of his heavy armchair. It forced her to remain kneeing and bent over on her elbows, facing away from the fire.

Staring at the chair legs sullenly, she spotted a small spider spinning a web. Not that she minded. She wasn’t scared of spiders, and it was better company than Nathaniel, even if it had a similar craftiness in how it trapped its prey.

Nathaniel crouched down beside her. He didn’t speak, and she knew he was waiting for her to look at him.

Kira sighed. “What?”

Nathaniel still did not speak, his gaze intense as he studied her.

His hand slipped under her bath robe and slapped her clit.

She flinched in shock at the sharp sensation. It smarted, and it felt good, and she hated him even as she craved for more.

She snapped her teeth threateningly at him, wishing she could reach his wrist and do some damage, but then her growl turned into a whimper as he dipped a finger inside her and deep longing emanated in her core.

“More?” he whispered.

She nodded weakly.

He stroked her clit. His touch was foreign, unwelcome, but also incredible, and it sent shivery flutters shooting through her.

“More?” he asked.

She exhaled shakily. “Yes.”

His hand stilled. “Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir.”

His hand grazed her folds but did not slip back in, hovering on the outside, the sensation almost ticklish.

It made her delirious with longing, and it was her only excuse when she whispered: “Please.”

“Clever girl,” Nathaniel smiled, pushing two of his long fingers into her.

Kira’s head fell forward, her forehead resting against the side of the armchair. She was done fighting Nathaniel. If this was the price for reaching an orgasm…for the tight tension coiled up inside her to finally release, then so be it.

She was so close. So, so fucking close…

She just needed him to keep inserting those long, slender, hateful, delectable fingers into her. The pressure seizing her body grew, her pussy swollen and tender as it leaked her juices.

More, just a little more…

“Yes,” she breathed, her eyes rolling back. She was on the verge of exploding, right here on the ground, in this demeaning position: Tied to Nathaniel’s armchair, forced to submit to his will as he coaxed a fire to lick and burn her insides whilst the fireplace seared her face.

Without warning, Nathaniel took his hand away. “I promise I’ll take care of you when I get back.”

“Wh-what?” she gasped as he stood and walked away. “Where are you going? Come back!”

She craned her neck to try and see what he was doing.

A moment later, the bathroom door clicked shut.

“Fucker!” she yelled after him.