Page 61 of Plug and Drain

“I’m just trying to clarify what the rules are. The limits, so to speak. So there is no confusion.”

She scoffed. The headmaster had penetrated her from behind in front of the whole class, and she was powerless to stop him. There were no fucking limits or boundaries to speak of.

She felt a cool draft as Arken leant back again, and she felt him place the plug against her asshole again.

It still did not go in.

He pushed the plug again, and at the same time, she felt a pang of regret as his cock slid out of her, leaving her empty.

It was somehow worse than when he’d been inside her. Her insides were aching with desire.

The pressure on her asshole increased, and she felt her sphincter begin to give way.

“Yes, that’s it,” Arken crooned. “That’s my girl.”

Susie swivelled her head around at him to ask a question. It was an inopportune time, but she couldn’t help but ask, “What did you mean before when you said the plug was ‘interesting’?”

Arken smiled, looking mischievously charming as he regarded her with sparkling caramel eyes. “I found your choice interesting because this plug is one of my own creations.”

“What?” Her jaw muscles slackened in surprise, along with every other muscle in her body—including her sphincter.

Before she was ready, before she could brace herself, Arken pushed the plug fully into her ass in one steady motion.

Blinding light flashed in her vision as pain seared her tight band of muscle, and she gasped out loud as the enormous plug—it felt much larger than it had seemed when she’d chosen it—sunk deep into her.

Fuck. Double fuck.

Fuck!

He’d plugged her. It was a common occurrence for students in Zott’s class, but she didn’t care about any of that right now.

Arken had plugged her, and she felt like it meant something when it shouldn’t. Her ass felt sore, but her entire being had lit up, and her core was on fire, her clit throbbed, and she gave an irritated cry that turned into a sob.

Arken groaned as well, as if he felt her pleasure too, and his grip on her hips tightened as every muscle in her body clenched. She was instantly delirious, her focus homed in on the plug and Arken’s touch, both setting her alight.

She nearly asked him to insert himself inside her again. That would have felt incredible.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Some semblance of self-control fluttered before her eyes, and she snatched at it, clutching to it as she pressed her lips together. If she begged the headmaster to fuck her in front of the class, she would never live that down in front of her peers, and not with herself.

“My word…” Arken said longingly.

The plug was fully seated, and she could only imagine what Arken could see. Thank goodness the first-years couldn’t see her ass from this angle—and she dimly noticed that Arken’s body was shielding her from Zott, who was craning his neck irritably to try and get a glimpse.

Meanwhile, her vision became murky as she tried to survive the torrent of desire Arken had unleashed. Her ass clenched on the plug, her clit throbbed and throbbed and throbbed. It was killing her, and her skin was hot and cold with shivers that made her want to rub her legs together. To spin around, push Arken to the floor and ride him like a wild animal.

She gave a low wail of despair. She was suffering. She may as well have been in heat, something that only happened to female wolf shifters once a year. The plug’s insertion had triggered a devastating storm of hot, needy passion, and she was ready to mewl, and whine, and weep for Arken to take her.

But he did not insert himself again, and she could not bring herself to ask. Heat washed through her, leaving her wet, panting, and confused.

“Oh, my dear,” Arken whispered, stroking her hips and back beneath her clothes. “There are so many things I would dearly love to do to you.”

He cupped the softness of her belly.

An uneasy feeling shot through her. No one had ever touched her belly before, not like this, gathering the plumpness in his hands with reverence. The intimacy of it propelled Susie into action. She jerked away, crawling several feet away before slowly rising to her feet.

Arken rose as well, his gaze pressing down on her back as she smoothed down her skirt to try and restore an ounce of her dignity.