Page 43 of Plug and Tame

But he’s not my partner.

He’s not my mate.

He could have been, but he isn’t.

Which made her feel all the more confused when she heard him unbuckle his belt.

“Spread your legs,” he commanded in a voice she did not recognise, harsh and clinical, devoid of all emotion. “I’m not done with you yet.”

“Is this part of the punishment?” Kira asked snidely, injecting as much sarcasm as she could into her voice to mask her nerves.

“Quiet.” He forced her legs apart with his knees.

She tensed when she heard him spit, realising what he intended to do. She could imagine him rubbing his saliva over his cock as he stroked it. A moment later, she felt the large, moist head against her asshole, confirming her fears.

“Or is this because you love me?” she taunted in her best fuck-you voice.

Nathaniel didn’t answer. His hand clamped over her mouth, stifling her outraged scream as he forced his cock into her ass, inserting himself deeper and deeper, pushing and shoving past her tight band of resistance. He ignored her bucking and screaming, not stopping until he had completed his conquest and ploughed fully inside.

“Fucking hell,” she choked with a sob.

“Shh. Just take it, slut.”

It was Nathaniel’s voice, but as he moved in and out of her ass, making her body hurt and twitch and throb each time he drove his cock into her. She wondered how it would feel when his father took her like this. Would he be rougher? She didn’t think that was possible.

Nathaniel was beyond rough, each ram of his hips deliberate and forceful, his tight grip and heavy weight keeping her pinned like the prey she was as he took her from behind. If vampires were cruel, then there was nothing crueller than the savage thrusts he inflicted upon her now.

But where there was pain, there was pleasure, and his movements were as sweet as they were sinful, the perfect clash of light and dark, like the rays of sun penetrating the leadlight windows of a dark church.

Nathaniel reached around and stroked her wet clit, and she groaned against his other hand on her mouth as he fingered her, uncaring of how dirty she felt as he fucked her deeper and deeper into the mud. Waves of pain and pleasure swept her up, and he drove her over the crest of each one until she came tumbling down into frenzied, violent whitewash that carried her to shore. Her world flashed white, then dark, and she was coming on his hand and moaning like a whore as throbbing pleasure overtook her senses.

Cloudy satisfaction descended over her, but his rough thrusts did not stop. A minute passed, and then another, and Kira felt a wave of apprehension as she realised Nathaniel hadn’t come yet. He was still going, his movements slow and steady now, as if he had no intention of stopping until the sun came up.

He removed his hands from her mouth and clit and sat upright, dragging her with him by the hips so he could fuck her deeper. Too deep. He was too large, and she was too sore. But he ignored her whines of protest, and his low groans rumbled through her.

“Nathaniel,” she squeaked as she hovered somewhere between the end of one orgasm and the start of another.

“Say your name. Tell me what you are.”

“A slut,” she stammered, the words punctuated by her gasp.

“Whose slut?” he demanded.

“Y-yours.”

He stilled.

“Wrong,” he said, thrusting so deep and hard that she shattered into a thousand pieces. He held her there, letting her feel the full force of his strength as his swollen member spread her ass cheeks, forced her tight sphincter apart, and jutted deep against a part of her that hurt. “Try again.” He pulled out completely. “Who do you belong to?”

He must have misheard me before.

“Y-you,” she stammered as his colossal cock hovered at the entrance of her ass. “I b-belong to you.”

Nathaniel thrust into her again, swift and cruel.

Kira groaned from the impact, blinking back tears. It was another merciless stroke with his too big, too thick cock.

“Wrong. Try. Again.”