Page 76 of Plug and Tame

Sharp pain emanated from where he had bitten her, and then she only saw stars as he drank her blood, lapping at her throat as he fucked her with his thick, swollen member. He took her slowly and jealously, pounding the deep spot inside her that Mark hadn’t reached.

She shuddered from pleasure when Nathaniel’s mind reached for hers, grazing her thoughts like a sensual touch whilst his hands intertwined with hers.

“I want you to come at the same time as me, pet,” he spoke in her mind. “Come on my cock as I taste your blood and pump my seed inside you.”

“Yes,” she cried, screaming the word out loud even as she whispered it in her mind. Her body throbbed with every blow, and Nathaniel drank hungrily, gripping her hair and pulling her head back to give him better access to her exposed throat.

She was trapped. But it was exactly where she wanted to be, pinned by his body and unable to move as he drove himself further into her, fucking her hard and slow as he fed from her.

“Look at me, slut,” he said, drawing his mouth back.

Kira opened her eyes and met his gaze. His lips were stained red as he brushed her lips, and his eyes met hers with burning intensity, holding a jealous, deranged fire that seared her.

“It’s time for your punishment, pet.”

“What?” Her heart sank. “For what?”

“You let another man touch you. You spread your legs for Mark and let him take his pleasure from you. If I hadn’t intervened, he would still be inside you.”

Kira’s face grew hot with shame and she looked away, hot tears sliding down her face to damp the pillow.

“Shh, don’t cry, pet. There’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

“Isn’t there?” she asked bitterly.

“No. Not at all. In fact, I am proud of you.”

“You are?”

“Yes. But that does not mean there aren’t consequences.”

Dread filled her as she stared up at this dark, ruthless side of Nathaniel. His expression was hard, and she knew there was no escaping the punishment he had planned for her.

“Do not look away,” he warned as his hand closed over her throat, tightening on her airway and making it hard to breathe.

“Yes, sir,” she wheezed.

Holding her gaze with his steely eyes, he rammed his cock in as deep as it could go, hitting the sensitive parts of her. He repeated the motion, studying her response, patting her cheek in gentle slaps to remind her not to look away.

“Again,” he said, punching his cock in again.

He was hurting her, but she didn’t shy away from his gaze, nor from his slow, deliberate thrusts.

“You deserve this,” he crooned, and she whimpered as she felt the full force of his possessiveness, and the barbs of his twisted love. “Don’t you?”

“Yes, sir!” she gasped.

“You were a bad pet. But I’m going to make it all better. Do you understand?”

“Yes sir,” she cried as his cock pummelled her.

Nathaniel wasn’t just punishing her. He was reclaiming her. As he took her harder and faster, she realised she needed this as much as he did. There needed to be repercussions for what she’d done. She desperately needed him to wipe every last trace of Mark from her memory, to fuck her until her entire body ached.

She had hurt Nathaniel by letting Mark use her, and now he would hurt her so that they could both forget what they’d done.

And then a more terrible realisation hit.

He’s not just punishing me. Nathaniel’s punishing himself. He’s letting himself become the person he hates—his father—to do it.