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It takes a moment to catch my breath, trying to remember ever coming so hard. Rinsing the wall off, I work on cleaning my body, still unable to get the images of Kennedy out of my mind. My dick is still hard. I grab my shaft again and come two more times before finally shutting the water off.
What the fuck is this girl doing to me?
CHAPTERTHIRTY-FOUR
Iwake, disoriented as to my whereabouts, as soft music plays in the background. Taking stock of my body, it’s obvious I am in a bed as blankets cover my body and my legs are bare. My body hurts all over. Some places, it’s a good type of soreness, others not so much.
Opening my eyes slowly, Rodney is the first thing I see. He is sitting on his bed, facing me, leaning against the wall as he focuses on his phone. His fingers fly over the surface.
Sitting up quickly, as my body protests the movement, a deep voice from the right catches my attention.
“Easy, Duchess, you might be a little stiff,” Callum says.
At first glance, he appears relaxed, sitting in the chair, his feet propped up on the desk. His eyes are focused on me, searching for something. My eyes scan the room, finding Gareth and Ashton missing.
Standing up, my legs refuse to support me. Before I can fall, Rodney and Callum are there, helping me stand before my brain can register their movement.
Once my footing is established, I push both of them away. They hover, ready to catch me if necessary. Memories of what they did to me come rushing back, heating my face in mortification. My eyes refuse to meet either of their gazes. Callum’s tone hints at amusement.
“There is nothing to be ashamed of, Kennedy. On the contrary, watching you writhe on the bed in pleasure was one of the most erotic things I have ever seen.”
The use of my name has me looking up, allowing me to see the sincerity of Callum’s words in his expression. He then ruins it by reaching down and adjusting himself. My traitorous eyes track the movement. Not responding to Callum, my eyes drift over to look at Rodney. Something flashes across his face so fast it’s difficult to tell what he is thinking before he schools his features.
Stepping away from them and into the bathroom, my body protests each movement. Callum calls out just before the door closes.
“We grabbed some clothes from your room. Grab a hot shower; it will help. Once you are dressed, you can eat and take something to help with the stiffness.”
Flipping him a finger that he can’t see, the door shuts with more force than necessary. As the shower starts, it helps muffle my grumbling about them being the cause of my body aches.
A sigh escapes my lips as the hot water hits my sore muscles.
* * *
Once I am dressed, Callum and Rodney force me to eat a sandwich, apple, and protein bar before drinking three bottles of water and taking some painkillers. When they were satisfied, they finally let me leave and return to my room.
In my room, a thick manila envelope is lying in the middle of my desk. Assuming Calista set it there, I sweep it into the top drawer, putting it out of my mind.
Already later in the day than planned, my feet take me to the library. I finally managed to get my assignments caught up and intend to keep it that way.
CHAPTERTHIRTY-FIVE
We decided to give Kennedy a few days to recover from our little session. She has started wearing skirts, so her punishment must have finally gotten her to listen to us. At least one of us makes her eat lunch and dinner, and she is beginning to put a bit more weight on her body.
Danica and her minions have been relentless. Anytime they pass Kennedy, they do something to her. We’ve been trying to let Kennedy handle it as much as possible, knowing that we could make it worse by intervening.
Gareth took a video of Kennedy with the sex machine and clipped it down, keeping the best parts in a type of highlight reel. Once he was finished, he sent each of us a copy, giving me a personalized porn clip. My hand is a little chapped for as many times as I’ve watched it already.
Just before stepping into the dining hall, an all-too-familiar voice hits my ears, halting my steps. Ducking around the corner, out of sight but still within earshot, the Pussy Patrol has Kennedy surrounded.
“How many times do we need to tell you to back off? Gareth and the boys belong to us.”
Kennedy’s calm tone comes out in barely a whisper. “You need to tellthemthat. I have no control over what they say and do.”
Stepping into view Kennedy’s eyes meet mine. She takes a step backward, seeing the angry look on my face. Simone has her back to me as the other two scurry away. Danica is missing, not that it matters. My arms are crossed over my chest. The sycophant harassing our Duchess is clueless to my presence behind her. She jumps as my voice carries in the small space.
“Simone, we have already told all of you girls you will not get our cocks. You are wasting everyone’s time. Leave all of us, including Kennedy, alone.”
My tone is stern as I stare Simone down. Her eyes bounce between us before she finally gives up, walking away, leaving me and Kennedy alone. Now it’s my turn to block Kennedy in. My anger at the situation is lessening.
