Page 55 of Plug and Tame

“Bastard,” she quipped just as a male vampire passed them in the hall.

“I won’t tolerate backchat from you in public, pet,” Nathaniel said. “But I see you need a little more convincing.” He called out to the passing vampire. “Frederick. A moment of your time.”

Frederick was larger and beefier than most vampires, and he turned back and ambled over, regarding her with curiosity.

“How may I be of assistance?” he asked.

Kira watched in shock as Nathaniel handed Frederick her leash. “Hold this for me, please. I left something in my room.”

She gaped after him as he re-entered his bedroom. “What the actual fuck?” She turned to Frederick, urging him to acknowledge the situation’s absurdity.

But the vampire merely frowned. “You’re quite mouthy for a pet.”

“I am nobody’s pet,” she snapped. “I’m a student here, just like you.”

“Quiet,” Frederick said. “You’ll get me punished, too.”

Kira laughed in his face. “Good. I fucking hope so.”

Nathaniel returned a few seconds later. “I brought you a little reminder, pet,” he said, showing her the sparkling object in his hand.

Her heart fell. It was the steel anal plug—the largest one with the red gem.

“No,” she begged. “Please don’t put that in.”

“I wasn’t going to, pet. I figured you must be sore after the ass fucking I gave you.”

Kira bristled, glancing at Frederick who quickly looked away.

“But alas, you’ve left me no choice,” Nathaniel continued. A chill entered his voice. “Bend. Over.”

“Please,” she stammered.

“Frederick,” Nathaniel called calmly.

The beefy vampire instantly seized her around the middle, knelt down on one leg, and forced her to bend over his knee.

“Fuck!” she cried, struggling as Nathaniel positioned himself behind her and lifted her skirt.

Smack.

She yelped as he spanked her ass, a single sharp slap that caused her to struggle harder against Frederick’s hold.

Smack-smack.

Two hits in quick succession, and then a third—smack—that took the fight out of her.

She went still.

“That’s better,” Nathaniel said.

She let out a string of curse words, her voice rising in panic as she heard Nathaniel spit, and felt his groping hands pull aside her panties. A moment later, the cold, pointed tip of the plug met the tight pucker of her asshole.

“Stop!” she yelled, not caring that her voice carried to the rest of the dorm.

“Quiet, pet, or the gag is next.”

She stilled, gritting her teeth, as Nathaniel twirled and rubbed the spit-covered plug, lubricating her asshole.