Page 23 of Plug and Drain

More than good.

Susie let her head sink back onto the mattress in relief. That had been by far the least painful penetration she’d ever experienced, and that was especially surprising given Arken’s large size. It had been daunting, feeling him enter her. But she’d endured it, and—

“Nearly there,” Arken said, pushing again. “Just a little more.”

“Wait, what—?”

She cried out as Arken’s hips thrust against her, and he sank two more generous inches into her.

“There we are,” he announced, giving a deep groan. “Fuck.”

She’d never heard the headmaster swear before, but she was too busy adjusting to his fullness to comment on it. His hard length jutted against a deep, forbidden part of her, setting off pangs of soreness.

He promised it wouldn’t hurt.

But this was a different kind of hurt, a feeling that made her insides spasm with desire.

Susie trembled from the sheer size of him, and she was just about to tell Arken that he was too big when he kissed her forehead.

“That’s it, there’s a good girl,” he smiled. “You did so well.”

The warmth of his praise unsettled her. In the past, she’d blocked out compliments like that. It was just another form of manipulation at vampires’ disposal to control wolves. Terms like ‘good girl’ were especially effective, but never had it sounded so good to her ears.

She was starting to believe he meant it. That he was truly pleased with her.

A deep-seated primal instinct wanted him to be pleased with her, but she pushed it desperately away.

Arken let out an exhale as he shifted his position slightly inside her. “Goodness, Susie. You feel incredible.”

“Susanna,” she corrected.

“My apologies, Susanna,” Arken said, his tone so low and deep that it reverberated through her. “I know this is difficult for you, but just try and relax. How does it feel now?”

Susie had no idea how to answer. No one had ever asked her how she felt during sex, not in a way that wasn’t rhetorical. What was she supposed to say? No?

“Can’t you just read my emotions?” she asked, exasperated.

His lip quirked, and he caressed her face. “I can. But they’re only emotions. I cannot discern everything. I want to know what you think.”

“It’s great,” she said with a hollow tone, wondering if there was any truth to her words.

“Do you want me to stop?”

Yes.

The fastest way to make it stop, in her experience, was to get it over and done with as quickly as possible.

“No, keep going,” she whispered.

She was trapped on the bed beneath Arken’s weight, his muscled arms resting on either side of her. Susie supposed there were worse things in the world. Her anxiety had faded, the atmosphere in the room hazy and comforting. The bed was soft, as were Arken’s mannerisms—startlingly so—and he made her feel less like a prisoner and more like a precious thing to be desired.

Did it give her pleasure to feel his firm cock inside her?

No. That’s not possible.

But then why was heat pooling in her core and making her want to shuffle closer?

Suddenly, Arken drew himself out of her. Instinctively, Susie gasped and clutched at his arms.