Page 88 of Plug and Claim

“Is that necessary?”

“Shh,” he warned, “good pets don’t speak unless spoken to.”

Yeah, right.

A long minute passed as he stroked her, and she tried her best not to think about what was happening to her, or that it felt strangely good. After a string of nights filled with fantasies of Nathaniel touching her, she could no longer deny that she enjoyed it when he touched her there—but everything else was insufferable.

Her breathing grew shallow when Nathaniel’s finger slid inside her pussy…or fingers, she realised as they curled inside her. The heat rose in her face as he moved them in and out, the sound of her wet folds squelching making her cringe. It was proof that on some level, her body was enjoying this, and now Nathaniel knew that as well.

“I don’t see what this has to do with the plug,” she protested, unable to stay silent any longer.

“I’m getting you ready.” His damp fingers trailed up to her asshole, and she gasped when he rubbed it in circular motions, applying pressure. She felt him slide his fingers along her wet clit again, and then apply more of her fluids onto her ass, this time pressing a fingertip into her asshole.

“Oh!” she cried. “What the f—”

Pain sparked along her scalp as Nathaniel gripped her hair, jerking her head back. It forced her to look at him. “Quiet, or I will gag you. Do you understand?”

She pressed her lips together. “Yes…sir.” The last part she added reluctantly, knowing he expected it.

He released her hair, and her head fell forwards. Tears had formed in the corners of her eyes from the painful tug of her hair, but that was nothing compared to what he did next: shoving his finger in deeper, invading her ass. The feeling was more uncomfortable than anything she’d ever endured.

“Fuck,” she breathed, her voice almost a squeak. Her entire body tensed around Nathaniel’s finger as it pushed in and out of her asshole.

“Yes, feel how tight you are. That’s just the tip of my finger. Can you imagine if it was my cock?”

Kira winced. She did not want to imagine that. “You’re not going to…” her face was burning, and she couldn’t bring herself to finish the question.

Nathaniel laughed. “The plug is just the beginning. It will help prepare you for greater things.” He removed his finger and slapped her ass. It stung and made her yelp.

“Get ready, pet,” he crooned, and she could tell by his tone that it was time.

Bile crept up her throat. “Is…is the plug going to hurt?”

“Yes. It will hurt.” A hand curled in her hair. “It will hurt, and if you ask me to stop, I won’t. Not until I’m satisfied.”

Suddenly, she felt the plug—large, smooth, and cold as he pressed it against her pussy, rubbing it until it was coated in her fluids.

Nathaniel folded forward so his chest warmed her back and pressed an unwanted kiss to the side of her neck. “It will hurt, slut, but you will love it. And it will be a constant reminder of who you belong to. Now, spread your legs.”

Kira did as he said, shuffling her feet until they were a foot apart.

He spanked her, and she cried out in surprise and pain. “Wider,” he said.

She spread her legs wider. Her bottom was exposed and in the air. Kira dared hope for a brief moment that the plug wouldn’t hurt, that Nathaniel was just trying to scare her.

She was wrong.

She barely had time to collect herself before she felt the tapered point. It was cold, sharp, and unforgiving as it pressed on her sphincter, trying to force her apart.

“No,” she whimpered, “it’s too big.”

“It’s not. Just relax, pet. I’ve lubricated the plug. You can do this.”

He pushed the plug in further, forcing her ass to stretch.

She cried out. “Please.” The stretching force was almost searing, and if he pushed it in any further she felt like she would tear.

Nathaniel paused and leant close to her face. “Please, what?”