Page 82 of Plug and Claim

Kira’s knees felt wobbly as she forced one foot in front of the other until she stood beside him at the large mahogany desk.

Nathaniel reached into the drawer and took out a jewellery case lined with black velvet.

“This is for you. Open it.” He leant against the desk, watching as her shaky hands opened the case.

She gasped at the piece inside, nestled amongst satin. It was the largest gemstone that she’d ever seen, pink and heart-shaped, and it sparkled with light. The outer borders of the heart were made of steel, as was the rest of the piece, which was large, smooth and tapered.

“I hope you like it,” Nathaniel said softly. “I had it custom made for you. Since you are mine, I thought it only fitting that you should wear one.”

Kira had no words. She was entranced as she hefted the meticulously crafted object. It was exceedingly heavy, and unlike any kind of jewellery she’d seen before. It wasn’t a necklace, or a bracelet, or a broach, and it definitely wasn’t an earring. She didn’t see how she could wear it in her hair, either. “Er, what is it, exactly?”

Nathaniel trailed a finger down the length of her back, travelling lower and lower until he cupped one of her ass cheeks.

She gasped as he squeezed, shivering as his warm breath tickled her ear.

“It’s an anal plug.”

“It’s a what?”

“You heard me.”

She froze as realisation slammed into her, and she dropped the case, sending the steel plug clattering across the floor.

“What the fuck?” she cried, rounding on Nathaniel in disbelief.

He hadn’t moved, and he had the nerve to look unabashed. “Do you require further clarification?”

Kira squeezed her eyes shut. Susie had mentioned ‘sex toys’, but it had sounded so farfetched that she had all but filtered the conversation from her mind.

Now, she felt cheated. The beautiful jewellery box had caught her off guard. Not that she wanted him to be giving her jewellery, but the gesture had seemed romantic. For a moment, she’d thought she was glimpsing another side to Nathaniel. She hadn’t expected the case to contain something so obscene—and she definitely hadn’t expected the sick fuck to have an anal plug custom made for her.

Nathaniel rose to his feet and moved so close he was mere inches from her. He grasped her chin. “Just so there is no confusion: it’s for your ass. Good, obedient little sluts wear them.”

Kira snarled and slapped his hand away. “Forget it. I’m none of those things.”

“Maybe not,” Nathaniel agreed, caressing her face, “but you could be.”

She hesitated before stepping out of his reach. “You make me sick.”

“You make me hard. And I know I make you very wet.”

“No, you don’t.”

Nathaniel smirked as if he knew she was lying. “The plug would make you even more wet.”

“No.” Her voice was firm, but it also carried a plea. “Not the plug.”

“Why not?”

She raised her hands. “It’s degrading.”

“It’s hot. And you’ll love it.”

“You wear it then.”

Nathaniel barked in laughter. “Try it. I promise you’ll like what I do to you while you wear it."

Her stomach rolled over, and her voice was shaky as she spoke. “No. I don’t want that.”