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Once they all acknowledge this, I head for the stairs again, where Oakley stands and grins at me. I shove him aside and head up. When I open the door to the third floor, I notice Jett sitting at the top of the stairs; something is in his hands that he can’t seem to look away from.
“What is that?” I ask, and almost as if he hadn’t noticed us, he jerks his head up and stands.
He takes a step back to let us through, “I found this on the floor of an empty classroom on the top floor of Foster Hall.”
“What were you doing up there?” I question.
“Oh, I don’t know, maybe going after the person who was watching us from the window up there.” He’s sarcastic, but I just let it slide off as I try to grab what looks to be a picture in his hand, only he pulls it away, so I can’t.
He holds it up for me and Oakley to read the back, “I’m everywhere,” I say out loud, “Okay. What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
“Oh, I don’t know, Fynn. How about you tell me?” He turns the photo around, and I gasp, grabbing it from his hands.
“What the fuck?” I scowl as Oakley looks over my shoulder.
“Where was this taken?” Oak questions me.
I look back and forth between my two friends, “This was when I took Catalina to my special place up on the cliff. You know...when I told you about fucking her that day.”
I glance back down at the picture, and even though I’m beyond livid that the bastard followed us there, I can’t help but appreciate the angle. It’s when I had my hand on her head, shoving it into the tree trunk as I fucked the shit out of her from behind. I made her beg me to fuck her that day and fuck her I did! They got her with an expression showing how much she was enjoying it. Her eyes are closed, but her mouth is open in a perfect O as her fingers claw at the bark.
“This son of a bitch followed you all the way up there, and you didn’t know?” Oakley growls out.
“Well, it seems so, now, doesn’t it?” I say a little on the defensive side because I know what he will say next, and he doesn’t disappoint.
“How the fuck are we supposed to keep her safe if you can’t even keep an eye out when she is with you?”
“Are you seriously going to fucking go there?” I step up to my friend, who I tower over by just an inch, “I was watching my fucking mirrors at all times and never saw another fucking soul!”
“Okay, let’s not do this now!” Jett states as he pushes us apart.
Oakley sighs, “You’re right, Jett,” he then looks at me, “I’m sorry, I should have known better. It’s just that it was a little too close for my liking.”
“Oh, you think?” I can’t help but be sarcastic. I turn and punch the wall, “I need to go see her...” I turn back toward the stairs, but Jett stops me.
“Wrong way, big guy.” He’s pointing toward my room, “You’re the kinkiest out of all of us, so I stuck her in your room while I got her ready.”
I cock a brow at my friend, “What do you mean got her ready? Ready for what?”
Jett slowly grins, “I got her permission to give her one of Rob’s pills.”
“You date raped, Kitty Cat?” Oakley growls.
“Calm the fuck down, Oak! With her cunt used and sore, and then me fucking her throat hard, I figured you two would be taking her ass, and so I offered her a half of a pill. You know, to help relax her a little.”
“And she was okay with that?” I ask skeptically.
Jett rolls his eyes, “Watch the camera feed if you don’t believe me.”
I rush into my room and stop in my tracks. There’s my Little Saint, bent over the foot of my bed. Her wrists are tied with the Shibari rope I keep in my stash, with her arms above her head and the rope tied to my headboard. Her feet are on the floor, but each ankle is tied to the bed, keeping her legs wide apart. My dick is so hard right now.
“I took the liberty of getting her ass ready by plugging it up until you got here,” Jett chuckles.
I walk over to my bed and slowly run my hand from her ass to her head. Sliding my hands into her hair, I grip it and lift her head to see her face. Her eyes are glossy as fuck, but she’s awake. I move my finger in front of her face, and she follows it with her eyes. At least she is somewhat with it. That makes me feel a little better. I don’t know what the fuck Jett was thinking. I’m usually the one with fucked up ideas, but I never drug a girl to fuck her; I don’t need to.
“Hey, Little Saint, how are you feeling?”
Her smile is goofy, but she answers, “I feelreallygood. Are you going to fuck my ass now?”
