Page 67 of Plug and Drain

Susie bristled. “Excuse me?”

“The plug’s enchanted, so that the only person who can remove it is the one who inserted it. In this case, me.”

Susie was stunned into silence. The echo of the school bell had faded, and she was still standing over Arken, his hold gentle on her wrist. She probably could have pulled it free of his grasp if she’d wanted too, but she was too dumbfounded to move.

“Are you telling me,” she began, trying to keep her voice from shaking, “that once upon a time, you had the means to perform magic…and you chose to use it to enhance sex toys?”

“Well, when you put it like that…perhaps it’s not as impressive a feat as I remember it.”

“More like a wasted opportunity,” Susie said, before her free hand flew to cover her mouth—he still had hold of her other wrist. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say that.”

She was taking a lot of liberties in talking back to a vampire today. It wasn’t like her at all.

“Don’t apologise for telling the truth. I daresay you’re right. With the benefit of hindsight, there are many things in my past I would like to have done differently.”

“But not today?”

Arken shook his head slowly. “Not today.” He pulled ever so slightly on her arm, drawing her down until she was straddling him. “There is nothing today that I would do differently.”

Susie moved slightly to get comfortable, freezing when she felt his hard length through her panties. The fabric was soaked, and her clit throbbed at the contact. It took every fibre of her being to resist rubbing herself against him.

She jumped when Arken whispered in her ear. “And I truly am honoured that I was the one to plug you today.”

His scent was stronger now, the earthy masculinity filling her senses. The proximity was unnerving, but for all the wrong reasons, and the part of her that wanted to run was in conflict with the part that wanted to lean in.

“But,” he continued, “the plug is driving me insane. Feeling everything that you’re feeling right now, it’s…” He shook his head as if struggling to think of the word, finally settling for a low throaty sound that made her pulse spike. “Perhaps better left unsaid. So, I beseech you. Please let me remove it before I unravel.”

“And that’s all you intend to do?” she asked suspiciously.

“That is all I intend to do,” he promised.

She lifted her chin. “Fine. But be quick about it.”

He threw her a disarming smile that made her feel like jelly. His hands trailed to cup her ass, and she leant forward to give him better access, her ears burning as she raised her tail out of the way. When she felt his fingers take hold of the plug, she braced herself.

“Ready?” he murmured.

She made a sound of affirmation, clutching his shoulders for support as he began to drag the plug out. A moan left her lips as the pressure heightened to tortuous heights, the bulge of the toy expanding the tight band of tissue and making her eyes water.

Suddenly, it was out, and she gasped in relief. She watched as Arken wrapped the plug in a cloth and set it aside. She’d hardly taken notice of it when selecting it. The glass base was almost as bulbous as the part that inserted into her, and it resembled a potion bottle. Inside, a dark pink liquid swirled seductively of its own accord, sparkling like champagne.

The object was undeniably beautiful, but she couldn’t help but think that if she’d been in Arken’s position and she’d had a witch willing to do her bidding, then there were a thousand and one ways she could have improved the world.

And none of them involved enchanting butt plugs.

“Are you feeling all right?” Arken asked.

She drew back slightly so they were face to face, her hands still on his shoulders. “Better. Are you?”

He gave a weak chuckle. “I’m getting there. I think I need a few more minutes.”

“I better get to class.”

Susie rose to her feet, and to her relief, Arken did not stop her as she crossed the balcony. She hesitated in the archway.

“Is something the matter?” Arken asked.

She slowly turned back to him. He hadn’t moved from where he sat on the balcony floor.