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Kira was still smiling to herself when Nathaniel came up behind her and reached past to place a large jewellery box on the shelf before her. Her smile faltered.

“This is for you, pet.”

She looked at the box warily, her skin crawling from Nathaniel’s proximity. He was standing so close she could feel his warmth on her back. “What is it?”

“Open it and see.”

Kira took one look at the object and snapped the lid shut. “Nah-ah. No way.”

Inside was yet another plug. This one was much larger than the first. The jewel was still heart-shaped, but it was blood-red in colour, and the metal base was heavier and bulging so wide that he had to be fucking out of his mind if he thought she was letting it anywhere near her backside.

“I had this one especially made for you,” Nathaniel said.

She crossed her arms. “That’s what you said about the last metal contraption you made me wear.”

“I’m satisfied with your training, so it’s time we graduate you.”

“Yay, me,” she said sarcastically. “And before you get any ideas, I am not wearing that to the city, so you can take your perverted fantasies, and the plug, and shove them up your ass.”

“If you want to go to the city, you will wear it,” Nathaniel said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Tell me, pet. How badly do you want that cake?”

Chapter 46

Jewellery Shop

Kira

The only reason Kira agreed to wear the massive plug was because she didn’t want to stay cooped up indoors all day. She wanted to be outside in the fresh air, and to see what dirt she could uncover about Nathaniel and the nine tails scarf he’d commissioned at the taxidermist’s shop. Plus, a part of her felt a thrill at the prospect of walking through the city with Nathaniel. Even though he was a vampire, and he’d put her in humiliating situations publicly, she’d never been embarrassed to be seen with him. Instead, she felt a strange sense of pride and belonging.

And a treacherous urge to please him, as if he were her master.

The large toy wedged up her butt, however, was a constant distraction as they left the academy. Kira let out a steady stream of curses as they crossed the school grounds and went out the gate.

“I feel like a fucking duck,” she complained. “I can’t walk properly with this damn plug!” She walked with her thighs squeezed together, trying hard not to waddle as the bulging toy stretched her sphincter and filled her anal canal and rectum. She was desperate to reach back and take it out. But stronger still was the urge to leap at Nathaniel and tear his throat out or hump his leg until she came—whichever came first. Maybe both.

“You’re doing fine,” he praised guiding her along the cobbled streets with a hand resting on her lower back.

“You’ve reduced me to a fucking penguin.”

“You look stunning.”

Kira huffed. He’d made her wear her school skirt and red socks, the latter of which she regretted not burning in his fireplace when she’d had the chance. She wore a dark long-sleeve shirt, and a scarf to ward out the chilly air. “And I suppose you’re getting off on this?”

“Oh yes,” he said, his voice dark and smooth like syrup. “You look fucking hot.”

Her scowl wavered as her insides melted at the compliment, charging her with throbbing, aching desire.

New plan: Hump his leg first. Rip his throat out later.

Nathaniel halted and pulled her close. Kira blinked up at him breathlessly, bracing herself for his kiss as he leant close.

But his lips stopped short of hers. His eyes were hooded, and he was smirking as his hand slid down her back, travelling lower. She felt his hand on her rear, reaching under her skirt to prod the plug, which shifted and caused a dull ache to radiate inside her. The bastard hadn’t even let her wear panties, and now he was making sure she remembered her inferior pet status.

“Can we not do this in public?” she growled.

Nathaniel’s hand withdrew. “Just making sure it’s in nice and snug.”

Kira huffed again. She had a feeling it would take a crowbar to get the giant plug wedged into her ass out, but that was a problem for later. Right now, she desperately needed to scout the area for the taxidermist’s shop. The street they were on had several cafés busy with patrons, as well as a grocer, a clockmaker, and a milliner boasting extravagant hats. The sight of the craft shops allowed her to hope that the taxidermist would be somewhere nearby.