Page 62 of Plug and Tame

“Go, pet,” he rasped. “Now.”

Kira smiled mischievously, ignoring his command as she kneaded his balls.

She was just toying with him now.

Suddenly, the door behind them swung open, and Professor Parna cleared his throat loudly. Inside the classroom, the students were whispering surreptitiously as they craned their necks to see what he and Kira were doing. Her body blocked their view, but it was no great secret. Someone wolf whistled.

“Coming, or going?” Professor Parna asked with barely concealed amusement.

“Going,” Nathaniel replied, straightening his tie as he turned on his heel and left.

I fucking wish I was coming.

Chapter 21

Moving In

Nathaniel

At the end of the school day, Nathaniel found Kira beside her locker, waiting for him dutifully on her knees. To his surprise, she was perfectly behaved as he led her on leash to his office. If she minded the stares of her peers, she did not show it. And when they reached his office, she did not protest when he commanded her to undress and service him.

He’d been waiting for her all day, and he wasn’t prepared to wait a minute longer. As soon as the door was shut, he locked it—something he rarely did—crossed the room to sit at his desk and jerked his head to indicate the floor at his feet.

“Knees. Now. You know what to do.”

Kira required no further instructions. She was uncharacteristically polite, well-mannered, and obedient, and she sucked his cock like a trooper, her head bobbing obediently for the better part of the hour without complaint until he finally sprayed his cum all over her face.

Even then, Kira did not glare at him. Her expression was composed and professional, as if they were colleagues who had just completed a business transaction.

It made him pine for the hot, fiery Kira who fought him on everything, and the submissive side of her that looked up at him with wide innocent eyes full of trust. This new Kira was detached and devoid of emotion.

His training was working, and yet, he found little sense of gratification.

“Can I wipe my face yet, sir?” Kira asked, breaking through his thoughts.

He’d instructed her to sit on the edge of the desk so he could offer her his blood.

“Not yet, pet.”

“But it’s in my eye,” she grumbled.

“Drink first,” he said, biting his wrist. Blood trickled from the two puncture wounds his fangs had left.

Kira blew air in frustration, but her reluctance faded as she drank his blood. He gave her much more than he had last time, encouraging her to drink for several long minutes.

When he finally pulled his wrist away, her eyes were glazed, her tongue darting over her stained lips and teeth. Together with her cum-splattered face, she was a vampire’s dream come true.

“So, how do I do magic?” she asked. “You still haven’t told me what my special power is.”

“Influence.”

“Influence? As in manipulation?”

Nathaniel interlaced his fingers as he regarded her. “More or less. I have high hopes that you will be able to exert influence on not only wolves, but on vampires as well, to help persuade them to follow your command.”

Kira’s eyes widened. “No way. You mean I’ll have mind control?”

Nathaniel smiled. “Influence, not mind control. If I am correct in my theory, then you will be able to unite both factions with your natural ability to lead. It is also my hope that we could mitigate the need for you to join the Poplarin pack.”