Chapter 390: A building sense of unease
The next day Kellen was regretting his behaviour. Only slightly.
Rhys had been a lot more aggressive than he had been in the past. He had been holding back, as he should be since he was quite a bit stronger then Kellen, but he’d let the grip he had on himself slip a bit.
Kellen wasn’t complaining about that aspect at all. He had enjoyed every last slap against his ass, every last tease. He was pretty sure he’d been crying at a few points because the experience had been too good. With that being said, he was bitter about the fact that Rhys had been right.
Rhys had warned him that he was probably going to regret poking the beast, and Kellen did. Because his students had wanted to sit down and have personal conversations with him during the time that he normally had their class time. Kellen couldn’t exactly have these conversations walking around the building, so he had to agonize, trying to focus on their concerns while his ass pulsed. Bruised from Rhys’ attention, and his nature of spurring the man on.
He was pretty sure he came as hard as he had when he’d shoved his cock down Rhys’ throat.
Kellen, despite his rage, had had a good day yesterday, and now he was just dealing with the consequences of his actions.
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Despite the small complaints, Kellen’s day, and week, went smoothly.
He was able to speak with Brent through the same setup that Captain Sergei used to speak to the other Captains while on the front lines. Brent did let it slip that the product he had been waiting for still hadn’t arrived, and he was getting a little concerned. Kellen was worried for him, but neither of them could do much from their current positions.