Page 96 of Plug and Claim

He fisted his cock, imagining how sore she must feel after the way he’d worked her ass with the plug. “Do you like wearing a plug for me, pet?”

Kira kept her eyes lowered. “No, sir.”

It was the wrong answer, and they both knew it, and yet it turned him on to hear it.

Interesting.

“I’m going to come all over your face, Kira. Would you like that?”

“No, sir.”

His cock throbbed at her defiance, and his movements intensified, the head aimed right at her face.

“Tell me what else you don’t want, slut.”

She lifted her gaze to look at him. “May I show you, sir?”

Her question took him aback, and he nodded. “You may.”

His motions slowed as Kira shuffled closer, dipping her head beneath his cock, her hands holding his thighs for support as her warm, wet tongue found his balls.

Holy shit.

She licked them eagerly, lapping at them as if they were coated in honey, as if she couldn’t get enough. He couldn’t believe it.

Where had this Kira come from?

He nearly died when she took his balls in her mouth, somehow managing to fit them both at the same time. “Greedy pet,” he murmured, petting her head.

Kira tried to take his cock in her mouth, but he didn’t let her, gripping her hair tightly. He appreciated her initiative, and the fact that she’d licked his balls of her own volition pleased him greatly. But even through the maddening desire burning through him, he recognised that she was trying to take control away from him.

And that wouldn’t do.

Not given the role he had to play.

She tried again to place her mouth on his cock, straightening as she knelt before him, but he dragged her down by the hair.

“Not in your mouth,” he said, holding her in place as he jerked off in her face. “Like this. Open your mouth.”

Kira looked unhappy about this, but she opened her mouth obediently, and that was all that mattered. It didn’t even matter that she was looking at him with disapproval—it did her little good as he groaned deeply and came all over her face, spraying her cheeks, her eyes, and her forehead with spurts of creamy discharge. It clung to her hair and eyelashes, and it dripped down her chin. Somehow, he’d missed her mouth completely.

He swiped two fingers along her cheek and pushed them into her mouth, feeding her his seed.

“Suck,” he instructed.

She obeyed, but he could see pure loathing sparkling in her eyes. But she couldn’t fool him—there was something else in her expression that made his thundering heart jolt. Kira may have been trying to get the upper hand, but she enjoyed giving him pleasure just as much as he’d enjoyed pleasuring her, if only for the control it gave her.

It pleased him that she’d realised, at least on a subconscious level, that it was she who was in control.

It was going to be a long weekend—and it was only Saturday morning.

They hadn’t even started.

Chapter 35

Breakfast

Kira