Page 58 of Plug and Drain

And you’re still technically asking me to fetch.

Arken seemed to read her mind. “If you prefer, I will drag the chest here. Then you may peruse the options.”

So not fetching.

But he still wanted her to choose a plug, presumably to wear in her ass. Even with Arken’s concession, the situation had not improved much.

Susie sighed and turned towards the chest, glancing at Zott and noticing for the first time the ball gag sitting on top of his desk. It was one of his favourites, and the sight of it caused nausea to burn her throat. He’d been prepared to use that on her.

So, with that in mind…maybe Arken’s offer wasn’t so terrible after all.

His warm breath tickled her ear as he leant close to whisper, “The plug will send a message.”

Susie turned her head an inch towards him, a move she regretted when it brought her cheek into contact with his lips. “That I belong to you?”

“That you are untouchable.”

She snorted softly. “And that I belong to you?” she repeated, unsure why she was pushing her luck with him, only because she had a strong urge to hold him accountable.

Arken chuckled low. “As you wish.”

“I don’t wish!” she hissed, her voice louder than she’d intended.

In her peripheries, she saw the students leaning closer, trying to catch their conversation.

“Perhaps it’s only my wish…” Arken ventured, trailing off as if his words belied something deeper.

Susie drew a sharp breath, her shoulders stiffening as she pulled away from him. She couldn’t stand the humming tension between them any longer. She bolted towards the chest, taking quick strides that might have been mistaken for eagerness to fetch a toy.

More like eagerness to get away.

Her arms felt numb as she lifted the chest lid open. The array of plugs lining the dark, satin cloth was as impressive as it was intimidating. The bulging plugs of steel and iron were all encrusted with gleaming gemstones that caught the light. There were various shapes and sizes, some short and stubby, others long and thick. Had the plugs been jewellery of some other kind, she would have admired the craftmanship. But none of them were appealing given the context.

Small? Large? Long? Curved? Black? Pink? Skin-coloured? There was even a long chain of beads that made her curious even as it repulsed her.

No point in overthinking it.

She grabbed a medium-sized plug at random. It was smooth and made of glass. She let the chest lid fall shut. Taking a deep breath, she slowly turned around.

Arken was watching her, his expression unreadable. It sent ripples of uncertainty through her. He looked ever the gentleman, waiting patiently with his hands behind his back, his posture slightly bowed in deference to her.

Each step she took felt heavy as she returned to Arken.

“This one,” she said, letting the plug fall into his outstretched hand.

He blinked. “Really?”

“Yes.”

“Interesting,” he murmured as she dropped to her hands and knees, eager to get this act of humiliation out of the way. “Wait here.”

Arken went to Zott’s desk and picked up a crystal bowl that Zott kept filled with a clear lubricant. He walked back to her, coating the plug with the gel. He set the crystal bowl with the plug down on the floor with a clack. There was a rush of cool air as Arken lifted her skirt, and then she felt his warm hands tracing her outer thighs. His soft strokes were almost loving as he moved to rub her hips, then her ass cheeks. She tensed when he deftly pulled aside her panties, and she found herself trying to recall what colour she’d worn. White? Black?

The pink satin ones, she remembered, suddenly wishing she’d worn something more neutral.

She held her breath, waiting for Arken to insert the plug. Having a foreign object jammed up her ass was never a comfortable experience, and not even Arken could make it so.

He couldn’t.