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My mouth opens and closes several times, with no words coming out.
“First question, are you on birth control?”
Heat rushes to my face; no doubt it's red. I have never discussed this with any male, including my father. My last nanny got me set up at the gynecologist for exams, starting me on birth control to help regulate my cycles and help with cramps. But I am uncomfortable telling these strangers the intimate details of my medical records.
I must have taken too long to answer. Faster than what should be possible, my body is bent over Ashton’s lap, his arms holding me in place. My ass is facing Callum at the door. I start to wiggle in protest when another set of hands pulls my pajama bottoms down. Struggling harder when my ass is smacked—hard. Looking over my shoulder, all three men are staring at my ass. Gareth rubs the sting away before slapping the other cheek. This pattern continues several times before Gareth speaks again.
“Again, are you on birth control?”
Not wanting to discuss this topic with these three guys, my face is buried in the blankets. I am sure when Rodney sobers up, he will also be told. At the same time, my arousal spikes at getting spanked and knowing that all of them are looking at me.
“Why?” I squeak out.
“Because we are not using condoms with you. Pretty sure Rodney didn’t use anything last night. So, as a precaution, we would need to get the morning-after pill if the answer is no.”
Damn, that thought hadn’t crossed my mind. Speaking into the blankets, my words come out muffled.
“Yes, I get the shot.”
“Now, was that so difficult?” Gareth seems proud of himself.
“What other questions do you have? I want to get this over with.”
Gareth and Callum both chuckle at this. Gareth starts speaking again, bending closer to my ear, just loud enough that Callum and Ashton could hear him.
“Your mind might want this over with, but your body tells a different story. Your pussy is weeping all over Ashton’s bed.”
To prove the point, Ashton runs his fingers through my folds.
“She is soaked.”
As Gareth starts to speak again, my concentration disappears. Ashton is moving his fingers through my pussy lips, spreading my wetness around. Every once in a while, he brushes my clit. He starts changing up his movements, adding more pressure when he rubs my clit.
My breath catches in my throat when he puts his fingers inside my channel. First one, moving slowly, then a second one. Ashton has increased his speed, pumping his fingers in and out of my pussy faster, bringing me so close to falling over that edge. Not realizing it was happening, but at some point, I started grinding my hips down, trying to get him to touch where I needed him to. A warm breath fans on the side of my face.
“Let go, Kennedy. Come all over Ashton. Come on his fingers. Let us watch you fall apart.”
Gareth continues talking to me, encouraging me to fall over the edge. There is something about how he talks about the dirty things he wants to do to me. As Ashton’s fingers work my pussy, several more rapid smacks fall across my ass. Between the two, I forget myself, falling over the edge of bliss and yelling out as I come.
Ashton’s fingers slow their movements, eventually removing them from my body. Hearing a slurping noise and looking over my shoulder, I see Ashton licking his fingers, removing my essence.
“You taste fantastic,” he says with a grin.
Embarrassed, my face falls to the bed again. I can’t believe that happened, that I let it happen. That Ashton put his fingers in me, and he made me come, with absolutely no argument. All the while, his two friends watched. My body is still lying across his lap with my ass bare for all three of them.
Finally managing to wiggle myself out of Ashton’s hold and get up, I fix my clothes and wrap my arms around myself.
“Can I go to my room now?” My body languid after my release. My face heats again, my eyes not moving from the floor.
Gareth’s expression turns serious again.
“I have one more question. Are you sore? Did Rodney hurt you?”
“That is two questions.” I try deflecting, not wanting to talk about this.
“Answer them,” Gareth says.
“Yes, I am sore.” Resigning myself to the fact that they won’t let me go to bed without responding. “Rodney didn’t hurt me, per se.” All of them tense at my words.
