Page 78 of Plug and Drain

Really, Susie? We are so beyond that.

“I need to go clean up,” she said, mostly to fill the silence. It wasn’t as though she owed him an explanation. Not unless he was her Master, exercising his right to know her whereabouts.

But Arken simply nodded. “Indeed.”

He said the word with such reverence that Susie worried he would ask to join her in the shower.

She pivoted and hastened for the exit but had hardly reached the archway when Arken called out.

“Wait.”

She reluctantly turned back, her dread doubling as she caught sight of the plug resting on the bannister. The cloth had unravelled, and there was a mysterious pink liquid swirling slowly within the glass, emitting a radiant glow in the sunlight. Was he going to plug her again?

“Yes, sir?” she asked warily.

Arken leant against the railing, then straightened a second later, clasping his hands in front of him, before seemingly thinking better of it and placing them behind his back.

He was nervous.

“May I call on you later?” he suddenly burst out.

She blinked, then blinked again. “Excuse me, sir?”

“May I call on you?” he repeated, taking a measured step towards her. “Tonight, perhaps?”

“Tonight?”

He wants to come into my room again.

He wants to sleep in my bed…

Do things to me…

The panic that had been building in her chest flared.

“Why?” she whispered.

“Because I would like to see you again. And because I would like to present you with a collar.”

Her muscles went stiff as his words wrapped around her. She’d momentarily hoped that his declaration in Zott’s class about claiming her had been for mere show, designed to protect her.

But clearly, he’d meant what he said about making her his pet.

“I have to go,” she said weakly hurrying down the tower’s stairwell.

Thankfully, Arken did not try to stop her, and she practically ran down the steps, through the corridors and back to her dorm, painfully aware of the droplets of cum she left in her wake.

Susie felt a million times better after having a long, hot shower and donning a fresh uniform.

Despite her best efforts, the water was unable to wash away Arken’s scent, which would linger for at least a week before fading—provided he didn’t touch her again. Given his request to call on her again that evening, that didn’t seem likely.

Apparently, he aimed to make full use of his rights to take her. Which meant that she would have little choice but to service him if he visited her room again tonight.

Unless I can persuade him otherwise.

Or…unless I can somehow avoid him. Maybe he’ll forget about me if I can stay out of his way for a few days.

She chewed on her lip as she headed to History, determined to salvage what was left of the afternoon. A return to normalcy was what she needed right now.