Page 31 of Plug and Drain

She gave another whimper in response, surrendering herself completely as Arken delivered stroke after stroke, his cock driving into her in hard deliberate thrusts.

Fucking hell.

He’s insane.

And it felt insanely good, with her legs lifted high and his face inches from hers.

“That’s it,” he praised, “Let go, Susie. Enjoy the feel of me inside you.”

Shit.

She should have hated his calm, self-satisfied expression.

At the very least, she should have reminded him to call her ‘Susanna’.

And she should have hated the way he ploughed into her in rough thrusts.

But they’d long gone past the point where she’d been unwilling, and they both knew it. That didn’t make his assault forgivable…but thanks to him, she was discovering something new about herself.

It was dark and forbidden, and embracing it felt wrong, like a betrayal of self. But the pleasure mounting was hers for the taking, and she chased it, wanting it badly.

The burning pleasure inside her roared to life, the fire raging through her as Arken drove her to the fathomless brink and pushed her over.

She fell, her sobbing gasps and moans filling the darkness of her room as he fucked her into the bed. Her orgasm shattered through her as she lost all bearing of where she was or who she was supposed to be.

Euphoria swallowed her, and her head spun.

Gradually, she became aware of her surroundings. Arken’s movements slowed, and she knew he was waiting for her to look at him.

Reluctantly, with embarrassment slowly seeping in too, she met his gaze.

“What?” she grumbled, hating—no, loathing—that he’d been the one to finally make her come.

Even if it had been the best feeling ever.

She was struggling to decide exactly what it was that made Arken different from the others. He’d made her feel more involved, seeking out what she wanted rather than focusing on his own needs. It didn’t hurt that a part of her had always secretly fancied him.

Arken chuckled, “Was it good?”

Susie shook her head without thinking.

He laughed. “Faking it, were you?”

“I wasn’t faking anything!” she cried in indignation.

His grin widened, and she realised that he was teasing her.

She also realised just how strange it was to hear him laugh. It was a hearty sound that lightened the tension.

He kissed her temple. “Well, just to be on the safe side, let’s go again.”

“Again?” she asked weakly.

“Again,” he confirmed.

A second orgasm?

“I’m not sure if that’s possible.”