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That is all the warning I get before Rodney thrusts into me. He slams his hips into mine until a second orgasm hits. Sharp stings fall across various spots of my body, yet Rodney continues his brutal pace.
“Dude, keep doing that. The way she is squeezing my dick when you do it feels so good. I am ready to come.” Rodney changes his tone, addressing me. “Is that what you want, Duchess? Do you want to be filled with all of our cum? Letting it drip down your legs, knowing who you belong to?”
Between the hits and Rodney’s incredible pace, I climax again, screaming around the ball gag in the process.
“That is just beautiful.”
Now it is Gareth. Recognizing her sultry baritone when he talks dirty has me on edge as he pushes into me. He easily slides into my pussy from all of our combined fluids.
“Fuck, you had two of my brothers, and this cunt is still greedy. Do you like having us all take a turn on you, Duchess? You are our dirty girl, aren’t you? You act all prim and proper, but you are anything buy.”
Hands are on my ass again as something pushed into me. It takes a moment to realize it’s one of their plugs. There is more tugging and kneading on my breasts as more strikes hit my ass cheeks. Another climax is rapidly approaching. Gareth must be able to tell as he starts to pick up the pace, slamming his hips into my body.
The plug in my ass starts to move, and I realize they are fucking my ass with it as Gareth fucks my pussy. Sensory overload is real as there is biting, pinching, tugging, slapping—all of it becomes so much. My climax hits and feeling the rush of wetness coming from me has heat rising to my cheeks. It is the first time I have felt myself squirt.
My body is exhausted, but Gareth isn’t done yet. If it weren’t for the bindings they have me in, my body would be a heap on the floor. Gareth is still hammering away at my body, chasing his own release.
“Come on, Duchess, give me one more. I want to feel your cunt squeeze my cock as I come,” Gareth orders.
My head is heavy on my shoulders, barely able to support it, but I manage to give a slight shake.
“You can, and you will. We will do this again if you don’t come for me, but you won’t be permitted to come. We will bring you to the edge but not let you fall over. Come on, Kennedy, give me one more,” Gareth pants out.
Gareth starts snapping his hips harder than he already was; his pace is brutal. The other guys are trying to help me fall over that edge again. Finally, someone gets between our bodies, rubbing my clit. The nub is so sensitive; the extra pressure is what was missing. My orgasm peaks, pulling Gareth with me as his hips stutter. He lets out a soft moan as he continues to pump his hips, slowly working through the rest of his orgasm.
The guys free my body, removing the blindfold and ball gag. Gareth is still inside me; after wrapping my arms and legs around him, he takes us straight to the shower. My body is spent. Voices swim around me, but I am too incoherent to pay attention. Hands support me as other hands scrub my body down.
The shower is quick, and I am passed off to someone outside the shower as they towel me off and get me into bed.
It’s the last thing I remember.
CHAPTERFORTY-SIX
Once we got Kennedy cleaned up and into bed, we cleaned up the room, dismantling the swing frame and tucking it away for another time. Seeing her all trussed up and at our mercy made me instantly hard. The repeated images running through my head are keeping me hard.
Callum and Ashton each take turns in the shower since Rodney and I already got cleaned up when we took care of Kennedy. We didn’t even try to dress her, as she was too exhausted. After we dried her off, we put her in Rodney’s bed. If we want this thing between the five of us to work, we’re all going to have to work on the relationship between Rodney and her.
Lying on my side, facing Rodney’s bed, seeing him cuddled up with our Duchess has me jealous. Jealousy is not something I was expecting.
The darkness of sleep starts to overtake me when the sound of both our phones going off with a text notification wakes me up. Since Ashton’s and Callum’s phones went off as well, hearing the echo, it’s got to be important.
Callum and Ashton, both cussing, has me on my feet as their voices increase in volume, just as the bathroom door is thrust open hard enough to bounce off the wall. Rodney is on his feet, whisper yelling at the two idiots.
“What the fuck is your problem? Do youwantto wake Kennedy up?”
The two of them have the decency to look guilty. All four of us swing our gazes to check on our girl. She is still sound asleep, oblivious to the tension in the room. Rubbing my eyes to focus on what’s disturbed our sleep, I speak quietly as I reach for my phone that’s charging on my desk.
“Is it safe to assume we all got the same message? What is it about? Who is it from?”
I open the message before any of them can answer my barrage of questions. The sender is an unknown number. Once the message loads, a video clip plays. It’s a montage of us fucking Kennedy in various spots around campus. My fist clenches around the offending device as my arm winds up. Instead of throwing it against the wall, like I want to, my focus turns to the guys.
“Who thefucksent this?”
Ashton plays the clip for Rodney on his phone, and his hands start clenching and unclenching in anger. Callum, Ashton, and Rodney look at me—sometimes, being designated as a leader sucks. Exhaling hard, I take command of this shit show.
“Who do we know from the IT lab that can help us?” My words come out between clenched teeth.
The four of us stand in silence, mentally reviewing the list of students we have connected with while here. Finally, Ashton snaps his fingers, a look of joy on his face.
