Page 121 of Plug and Claim

His voice was sharp as he strode around the bed, his gentleness gone with the return of his sadistic side.

Kira threw her head around to look at him. A heavy cloud of unease shrouded the room. His eyes, which had been soft and tender before, now bore an icy, piercing glare that sent chills down her spine. Each step he took echoed ominously, paralysing her so she could not move.

She came to life when he seized her other ankle. She tried to twist it out of his grasp, but he jerked it towards the corner bedpost and secured it with rope.

“Nathaniel, you’re overreacting,” she stammered, but the words died as he tied her hands together.

She was lying face-down on the bed, legs forced apart, with her hands bound above her head. She managed to prop herself up on her forearms, but all she could see was the headboard and glimpses of Nathaniel as he moved about the room behind her. “Nathaniel? Come on. This isn’t funny. You tease me all the time.”

No answer.

“Can’t fucking take a joke,” she muttered.

She jumped when he spoke from behind her.

“Yes, pet. I do like to tease you. And this is one of those times.”

She felt the mattress depress as he climbed onto the bed between her spread legs, dragging her tiny shorts up so they rode high and exposed her buttocks.

“Wh-what are you doing?”

“Quiet. I will not warn you again.”

“I just want to know what you’re—”

His hand came over her mouth, stifling her words, his fingers vice-like on her cheeks and jaw. She tried to bite him, but his hand was clamped tight, and he slapped her ass hard with his other hand, the sound ringing in the room.

She yelped and stopped struggling.

“Push your ass towards me,” Nathaniel instructed.

Kira shook her head, her protest muffled.

“Push your ass towards me, slut, or the plug is going to hurt going in.”

Her eyes flew open in horror as she whipped around to look at him.

“Oh, yes,” he whispered, inserting his fingers in her pussy to wet his fingers. He withdrew them and rubbed her asshole, lubricating it. “The special plug I had made for you is going back in.”

He pushed a finger through her sphincter, working it in as deep as it could go. Her entire body convulsed from the intrusion.

“You are so fucking tight,” Nathaniel said, removing his finger and placing the plug against her sphincter. She heard him spit and felt the splatter of saliva on her ass. He rubbed it on her asshole, making her gasp as he pushed it inside. He spat again, presumably coating the plug as well... “Get ready, pet. Here it comes.”

Chapter 43

Torture and Gratitude

Kira

Kira tensed, worried that Nathaniel was going to shove the plug in quickly like last time. But this time, it was so much worse. He took his time, using the bulging steel plug to expand her sphincter to agonising proportions, stretching her until the toy almost slipped in— almost, but not quite—stretching, stretching, stretching her…before pulling it back out again.

“Ffhck,” she cried into his hand, her forehead hot and her eyes filling with tears as agony rippled through her. “Plsshe, stpph.”

Please stop.

Nathaniel’s stern voice held no pity. “Again.”

He forced the plug forward, stretching her tight asshole wide and taut before withdrawing it again.