Page 98 of Plug and Claim

He arched an eyebrow. “Aren’t I? We were both having plenty of fun just a minute ago.”

Kira scowled, and as her brow furrowed, she felt the skin stretch where his cum had dried over it in a film. Ugh. “Will you hurry up and take this plug out?”

“Soon, pet,” he said, “but not yet.”

He walked to the foot of the bed, where a thin, flat cushion had been laid out. “Come and sit here.”

“No, thank you.”

“I wasn’t asking.”

They stared at each other. To her surprise, Nathaniel broke the silence.

“I’ll return soon. You may as well relax.”

Kira scoffed. “Relax? While wearing a fucking plug?”

“Yes.”

“Here, on the ground?”

“Where you belong, pet.”

Her nostrils flared. “I belong in my own room.” She wanted to shower, and to change out of these clothes. She’d been up all night, and she felt crummy.

When Nathaniel didn’t speak, she sighed and dragged her feet to the mat and sank down onto it. “There. Happy?”

Nathaniel moved so fast she barely registered it, seizing her ankle and jerking it towards him.

“What are you—”

Cold metal clamped over her ankle, and she kicked out at him. But it was too late, and her leg came to an abrupt halt mid-kick as a chain clanked taut, jarring her muscles. He’d chained her to the foot of the damn bed.

“What the fuck?” she said loudly. “You can’t chain me up.”

Nathaniel set down a bowl of water at her feet. “Drink, if you’re thirsty. With your mouth, not your hands.”

She gaped at the ceramic dog bowl. It even had bones painted in a friendly circle around the outer edge. “What the actual fuck? I’m not drinking from this.” She lashed out with her other foot, upsetting the bowl and spilling water on the ground.

Nathaniel watched the upset bowl roll across the room, trying to hide a smile. “You won’t get a treat that way.”

“Fuck. You!”

He shook his head, grinning now. “Oh, Kira. You have a wonderfully dirty mouth. Now, I’ll be back soon. Stay on your mat until I return.”

“Where the fuck would I go?” she growled, jerking the chain with her foot so it clanked.

Nathaniel ignored her, leaning close to whisper chilling words in her ear. “Do not remove the plug without my say-so. You will regret it.”

He left, shutting the door behind him.

She was alone.

How long was he going to be gone for? He hadn’t said.

She couldn’t believe he’d chained her to the bed. It gave her no chance to search his bedroom, or to even contemplate sneaking upstairs back to her room.

As for the plug, it no longer felt comfortable. She was incredibly sore, the tender flesh irritated. But touching it even slightly made the feeling worse, as if she was disturbing an angry hornets’ nest, and she grudgingly decided to leave it in place. She lay on the mat, curled up like a wolf as she stared glumly at the grey light on the carpet. Her gaze lifted to the window, where the sun had disappeared behind clouds, and she distracted herself by watching the distant birch trees. Was it a real place? Or an illusion? She let out several long sighs as she waited for Nathaniel.