Page 132 of Savage Reign

I stayed where I was and watched as he rummaged through the drawers on my bedside table before finally pulling out a familiar object.

I tried to swallow around the sudden dryness in my throat at the sight of the butt plug he had gotten me.

“Killian.”

“For running from me, I’m going to plug you. And you’re to wear this until either I take it out, or my brothers do, understand?”

“But—but?—”

“Yes?”

I had no words. I bit my bottom lip when he approached me and laid the item on the bed.

“I’ll be right back,” he said seductively.

I watched as he walked to the bathroom. I could hear the faucet turning on and off. When he came back out, he had a cloth in hand.

“Fuck, but I hate cleaning up my cum on you,” he said darkly as he moved behind me one more.

I couldn't say anything as he swiped the cloth over my crease, driving me crazy. He stayed on my sex, his finger moving from side to side over the slit. I groaned.

Was he trying to clean me up or turn me on?

“Why is my little firecracker so quiet all of a sudden? Where’s my bratty warrior?”

Hell. I wished he would stop asking me questions I didn’t know how to answer.

Finally, he pulled the cloth away, but that was only to prepare my ass to take the plug. I heard a cap click open and then a squirting sound before I felt the wetness of the lube on my skin. Killian smeared it over me, and my hands balled into fists around the bedsheets. This was torture.

He was torturing me.

I had only worn a butt plug once, but I didn’t remember the preparation being so bad.

I wiggled my ass, and he spanked it once more. “Nuh-uh, baby. Hold still.”

He pushed a lube-covered finger inside my asshole, fucking it slowly. I clenched around him and heard a low rumble coming from his lips.

“Fuck,” he said, fucking me a little faster before pulling out completely. I nearly cried out in objection.

He grabbed the butt plug from the bed and squirted a generous amount of lube on it before slowly, gently, pushing it inside me. I closed my eyes at the sensation, biting my bottom lip a little harder.

“Such a good girl for me,” he cooed.

Hell, there must be something wrong with me because I couldn’t help but preen under his praise, and I wasn’t doing anything more than… letting him plug me.

I felt it the moment it was in all the way, and Killian sat back. I didn’t have to turn around to know he was taking me in.

“So fucking beautiful,” he said gruffly.

Hell.

Killian didn’t staywith me long. The bastard left after dressing me in a short floral dress that barely came down mid-thigh on me, saying something about catching up with Maverick on all he’d missed.

I didn’t even know when the fucker left the house. I called him, but he didn’t tell me where he went. All he told me was that if I took the plug out without his brothers’ help, there would be retribution.

I wouldn’t know how to remove the plug on my own, anyhow.

An hour and a half passed, and I feared he might not be home until later tonight. This meant I would have to go to either Silas or Maverick for help. I didn’t know who Ileastwanted to go to with this small problem I suddenly found myself with.

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