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It’s like he wants me to be in trouble. I find myself feeling frustrated and annoyed. I know how to deal with the academy. I know how to get back in and make them think they just made a mistake. But I’m not going to be able to do that now. Now it’s going to be a shit show.

“Where’s Kirin?” I change the subject a little.

“He likes to sleep in,” Einar says. “Come on. We’ll take the car.”

“Take his car, you mean.”

Einar gives me a look, and I know that the sass has gone too far. Again.

He grabs me by the back of the neck, pushes me down over the kitchen table, yanks my pants down, and kicks my legs apart. He does this all with an absolutely methodical and dominant demeanor, as if he’s perfectly entitled to do it.

“Ow!”

I cry out as his cock spears inside me. He is fucking me like my pussy is just his to use. The wetness from being ass-fucked from Rafe is still there to some extent, and I find my body responding with fresh arousal.

I know Rafe is watching this happen, just like he watched me get my ass spanked just now. I know that my body, my pussy, is their property. Einar has a way of making me feel like I’m… not quite nothing, but definitely more his than I am my own.

“If you want to be a brat, you can be fucked like one,” Einar grunts. “Rafe, want to show her what that mouth can be used for?”

“Happy to oblige,” Rafe says.

He walks around the other side of the table, and I find myself between the two of them, one cock in my pussy, and now, Rafe’s cock head, washed at some point while I was distracted by being ravaged, being pushed over my lips and into my mouth. He cups me under my chin and rubs my cheek with his thumb quite sweetly while Einar punishes my pussy with another fucking.

“You’re going to learn your place,” Einar growls at me. “I’m not going to tolerate attitude because I know it leads to rebellion. You’ve been getting away with everything for too long. Now, when you act up, you’ll get my dick in this tight little cunt.”

I wish my pussy didn’t respond with floods of desire when he talks like that, but it does. I am getting so wet. The harder he fucks me and the more he lectures, the closer I get to coming again.

“I think you like that,” he says. “I think you like when your tight little hole gets punished with a cock. Tell me you’re going to be good for your daddy.”

Rafe pulls out of my mouth so I can say those words, but I can’t say them even though there’s not currently a satisfying cock in my mouth. Suckling on his rod is almost nice, soothing.

“Not going to be good? That’s okay. I’ll enjoy handling you. Every time you misbehave, I’m going to come inside you.”

This time, I get to have my pussy filled while Rafe fucks my mouth. He’s really not as punitive as Einar, but he is very dominant, and he does not waste the opportunity to come all over my tongue and hold my mouth shut with his hand so I have to swallow while behind me, Einar knots up in my pussy and stretches me obscenely, painfully wide as he fills me up with another dose of his semen.

CHAPTER 13

Darcy

I have never returned to the academy dripping with cum before, but there’s a first time for everything.

We go in the front gate. I’ve never gone in or out the front gate, at least not in years. It’s a big, fancy half-circle thing with an actual portcullis. I don’t know if it functions, but I bet it does.

There are two uniformed guards at the gate. They glance at me, but their eyes are drawn by Einar. They recognize him immediately, I have no idea how, but their change in demeanor goes from first string guard to excited fanboy. They practically giggle as Einar strides up to them with me in tow.

“I think I have something that belongs to you,” he says, pushing me forward like an offering.

They glance at me. “Are you the missing cadet? Darcy?”

“Yeah,” I say.

“Better call the director,” one says to the other.

God. This is already getting so much more complicated than it needs to be. The director is a ridiculous person. She takes everything so freakishly seriously. I bet her and Einar are going to get on really well.

We wait a few minutes, the guards apologizing every sixty seconds or so until the director comes out. She’s a busy woman, and she and I are sure to never cross paths, kind of a mutual agreement, I think. She doesn’t want to deal with my shit, and I don’t want to suffer whatever punishment she’s going to feel compelled to hand out.

She’s about Einar’s age, has dark hair with graying streaks through it that I think make her look badass. She’s wearing a hunter green coat slash cloak combo with tall boots, and an unimpressed expression that really ties the whole thing together.

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