Page 89 of Plug and Claim

Kira avoided his gaze, shutting her eyes and shaking her head. It felt foreign, and wrong. This was not what nature had intended, and she was convinced her body was not designed for this. “It’s too much.”

“If you wish to leave, I won’t stop you. You are free to go—there’s the door. But if you leave now, you can forget about our deal.”

Kira sniffed, her eyes brimming with tears as she clutched at the flat surface of the desk. “I hate you,” she growled.

Nathaniel chuckled, and it made her hate him more. “What will it be, pet? Will you stay and play? Make me proud?” He tenderly stroked her back, her neck, her shoulders. His touch was so gentle it was unfair. “It is a lot, I know. But you have such a long way to go to being a well-trained pet.”

Kira bit her lip as she deliberated. A part of her wanted to make him proud of her. She craned her neck to look behind her, taking in his cruel handsome features. Despite her loathing, an agonising ache throbbed as he locked eyes with her, his head tilted to one side expectantly.

“Well, pet?” He stroked her waist, rubbing soothing circles on her back. “Will you stay?”

“Yes, I’ll stay.” Surely, it couldn’t get much worse? “Is the plug nearly in at least? Is there much more to go?”

“Oh, Kira…” Nathaniel’s voice was half-amused, half-pitying. “This is just the tip. There is much more to go. But I promise you this: just when you think you can’t handle any more pain, you will feel pleasure unlike anything you’ve ever experienced before.”

Kira didn’t care about that. She just didn’t want him to fucking torture her. She sniffed and stared straight ahead. “Just do it.”

Nathaniel eased the plug in, the pressure mounting until it was almost excruciating. She cried out as the toy stretched her, and her fingernails clawed at the smooth desk as pain exploded in her rear. She felt like a trapped animal, a victim at the mercy of a sadistic vampire, and panic rose in her as the pressure intensified. This was wrong. Nothing and no one should be doing anything to her ass. It wasn’t natural.

“That’s it, pet,” Nathaniel said, stroking her back with one hand while the other pushed the plug. “Nearly there.”

Just when she was about to scream for him to stop, the bulging toy sunk in fully, filling her inner cavity, and the horrible stretching sensation at her sphincter was gone.

She choked out a sound of relief, her body shaking as she lay across the desk. Her face was hot and teary, her body clammy as she adjusted to the plug, and she was panting, her breasts pressed against the tabletop. She couldn’t believe it. The plug felt enormous inside her. It was heavy, but it no longer felt painful. In a way, it felt just right. As if it belonged there, fitting her perfectly. It was…fulfilling, and the cool sensation of the metal was pleasant.

And something else happened, something that kept her panting as the quiet minutes stretched.

Passion was exploding in her core, fiery and relentless. Something about the plug had hijacked her mind, and savage desire burnt through her, making her ache for more. Suddenly, the entire world melted away and there was nothing and no one in it except for her, Nathaniel, and the steel plug.

She’d entered the room as Kira, a wolf bent on revenge, but now she was rendered helpless as Nathaniel transformed her into something else. And yet, she didn’t feel any less for it. In fact, she felt like he’d unlocked a part of her she hadn’t known existed, allowing her to experience a state of bliss as she surrendered to him completely.

From the moment the plug had sunk in fully, her mind had turned into a frenzied mess of jelly. Nothing and no one existed out of this room. Her entire universe now revolved around the fact that Nathaniel had stuffed a large sex toy into her ass, and her clit was throbbing so much she was whining repeatedly like a dog.

“Well done, pet,” Nathaniel said, his voice brimming with so much fondness and pride that it made her melt. “Such a good girl.”

He stroked her bottom, and she yelped when he pressed on the plug. It was a small reminder of the pain she’d felt earlier when he’d inserted it. He pressed on it again, and she let out a soft moan. The tightness, the force…it was so big, it was like he was inside her. At least, that’s how she imagined it would feel.

Nathaniel pressed on the plug a third time, and he cupped her pussy with his other hand, teasing her with gentle strokes.

She groaned, her head falling forward onto the desk with a small thud as pleasure rippled along her wet folds where his hand touched her. She craved his touch, and she could tell release was not far away.

What the fuck has he done to me?

Suddenly, Nathaniel’s hand dropped and he walked around to the other side of the desk.

She watched in disbelief as he began to pull out papers and quills from the desk drawers, replacing them while he hummed to himself.

Meanwhile, she was still lying across the desk, her bum sticking in the air, her breasts splayed on the tabletop and rising and falling as she panted. “Is that it?”

“Hmm?” Nathaniel sank down in the armchair opposite her, staring at her blankly.

She shut her eyes for a moment as agonising aches pulsed in her. She was so close.

Fuck.

Her voice was strained as she asked, “What happens now?”

“You stay there until I command otherwise.”