Page 79 of Plug and Drain

She tried not to think about Arken as she walked through the school, but the dull, satisfied ache of her core and the soreness of her ass was a constant reminder of how he’d filled her. She felt dirty, and it bothered her that, as Arken had pointed out, she’d consented to what they’d done on the balcony.

It doesn’t matter that I’ve consented. He’s still a member of faculty taking advantage of a student.

Thankfully, Susie was able to immerse herself in her school subjects, and by the time school finished, she’d succeeded in pushing Arken to the back of her mind.

At least until the roses.

She arrived back to her room after school to discover a large, fragrant bouquet of red roses on her desk in a slender crystal vase.

There was a small card with a rich, textured surface beside it bearing the headmaster’s cursive handwriting:

Dear Susanna,

Thank you for a wonderful morning.

That was all it said.

Susie frowned at the note, trying to decide how she felt about being thanked for sex. And for letting him drink her blood. Sort of.

At least he didn’t know she’d saved him. That would have complicated things even more.

And he was back to calling her Susanna. She supposed that was a good thing.

She couldn’t help but smile as she touched the roses. No one had ever sent her flowers before; the fact that Arken had thought to do so was sweet.

She had to remind herself that it was only a few hours since he’d been inside her, and his motives were driven by his intention to have sex with her again.

He’d said no one would touch her without her permission, but that wouldn’t apply if she was his pet. She’d be forced into a submissive state. If she hadn’t been able to refuse him last night, there’d be no chance of that once he’d put a collar around her neck.

She swallowed the lump in her throat as the reality of her situation drove into her like an icy shard, destroying her momentary happiness. The card bent between her fingers, and she contemplated throwing it away. But she couldn’t quite bring herself to crumple the card, not when the lettering was so elegant, made by a hand capable of soft, feathery caresses.

Susie shivered and snapped out of it. She tucked the note into a slim book before returning upstairs for dinner. She stopped at various bedrooms along the way to collect her pack members, including Harry, who wasted no time summarising the obvious as he limped beside her across the foyer.

“So, I heard Arken made an appearance in Zott’s today,” he said in his slightly nasally voice. “Heard you were there too.”

“I was,” Susie confirmed.

Harry wasted no time getting to the point. “Did you really go down on Arken in front of the whole class?”

Susie sighed and avoided his gaze. “Yes.”

“So, you’re his pet now?”

“No.”

“Interesting.” Harry tilted his head at her. “And what was it like sucking his cock?”

“Harry!” Sarah, a third-year who was in their pack, chided. She was a head taller than all of them, with short rust-coloured hair. Susie thought she looked like a model, but Sarah always scowled at that and described herself as a ‘lumbering giant’. When Harry wasn’t riling her up, Sarah had a friendly temperament. “Don’t say things like that.”

“Why not? I can say what I want.”

“You’re so obnoxious.”

“It’s just a question. I’m genuinely curious.”

“You’re genuinely obnoxious! Why would you need to know that?”

“Know what?” Harry asked innocently, picking imaginary lint from his sleeve.