Page 65 of Plug and Drain

Arken inclined his head. “Perhaps not. Even so…I don’t regret it.”

Susie gritted her teeth. “Is that why you were in Zott’s classroom? To make me suck your cock?”

Arken’s eyes softened. “You know…there are worse things in the world than sucking your headmaster’s cock.” Susie glared at him. “Speaking of which, I wanted to take the opportunity to thank you for that—”

“Don’t thank me,” she snapped. “It’s not like I had a choice.

“Oh? But you insisted on undoing my trousers.”

She stared at him incredulously. “’Insisted? You were waiting for me to make a move. Zott even called it a ‘silent command’!”

“Actually, I was trying to think of an excuse to leave the room and take you with me. But once you began the act of…well. Suffice to say, you were very good.”

“You should have stopped me.”

“And reject you in front of the entire class?”

His words struck her speechless. The social implications his rejection would have had for her hadn’t even occurred to her.

“I think not,” he continued softly. “It didn’t seem right.”

“Well, I’m glad you have a moral compass,” she muttered sarcastically. “But you are still responsible for what happened.”

“I do not deny that. It is true that I am responsible for most of what goes on within these walls.” Arken sighed and glanced up at the ceiling. This time, he really did look regretful.

“You didn’t answer my question. What were you doing in Zott’s class? Did you know I would be there?”

“No, I did not. It’s a class for first-years, after all. Although, your presence was a rather pleasant surprise.”

Arken sat on the floor opposite her with his back to the balustrade. It was odd seeing him sitting on the floor in his tailored suit, one long leg bent, the other stretched out beside her, the sole of his polished shoe scuffed.

“As for what I was doing in Zott’s lesson…” He smiled and shook his head. “The truth is, I took a leaf out of your book.”

“What do you mean?”

“That essay of yours proposing reform has been playing on my mind.”

“Has it?” she asked weakly.

“Amongst other things.”

Susie inhaled a breath of air and looked away, trying to distract herself by focusing on a small gap in the stone wall where a piece of mortar had crumbled away.

“You listed Pet Obedience as one of the primary areas requiring attention,” Arken continued. “‘Deplorable’ was the word you used. It had an entire dot point dedicated to it—so I thought it was worth investigating further.”

It took a moment for Arken’s words to sink in: that his brief inspection of her essay had compelled him to visit the Pet Obedience lessons.

And he went first thing in the morning—and personally, to see it first-hand.

If it hadn’t been for his earlier comment about sucking his cock, she might have found it touching.

“So, you’re saying that it was a complete coincidence that we both happened to be in Zott’s class?” she pressed.

“Apparently so.”

Susie dared another glance at Arken. His deep brown eyes captured hers and did not let go, sending a shivery tingle through her. “And you had nothing to do with me being summoned?”

“No, I did not.” He cocked his head at her. “Why? Do you wish that I had?”