KennedyI barely even know this temp. It’s like we’re having a bastard leaving party for everyone these days, even if they’ve only been there five minutes. Drury’s is busy with Friday night drinkers, and I’m huddled in a corner, wedged between Pam and Julie as they recount office stories from ten years ago.They were boring the last three times I heard them, and my nerves are on edge as the clock ticks, counting down my window of opportunity in which I can legitimately turn up at Riven’s to see Anna.She can’t freeze me out forever, even if she’s doing a mighty fine job of it this week.I’m not usually jealous, that isn’t my style, and I definitely shouldn’t be jealous of Riven, given that he’s been my best friend for almost a lifetime, through thick and thin and everything in between, but I am.I’m jealous of the way she doesn’t snipe at every word he utters. I’m jealous of the way he goes to sleep in the room next door to her every evening.I’m jealous of the closeness they’re devel
AnnaI hear Riven’s car pull away and it breaks my heart.He’s running from me.He’s running because he doesn’t want me. He’s running because I made a stupid fucking mistake and showed him my tits and he hated them.He hates me.I try to calm myself down because things never end well when I get freaked out. I try to tell myself that I didn’t just fuck up so bad that I have to leave this place. That Riven isn’t like the others.They let me stay because they had to, because I was a kid and they were obliged to care for me. Riven let me stay because he wanted to, and he hasn’t kicked me out yet, not even when he thought I was being a lazy bum all day.Maybe he won’t throw me out for showing him my tits either.I take a shower to get rid of the mud, and hope I can wash the embarrassment off with it. My plans for a passionate encounter in the kitchen seem so fucking silly now. He didn’t even touch me.I thought he wanted to, but he couldn’t have. Not someone like Riven.Riven’s the kind of
KennedyRiven and I stare at each other for what feels like an age. My palms are clammy as I think the unthinkable; that I might have to watch my best friend become romantically involved with the girl I’m in love with.It’s not that I’d resent Riven being happy, or Anna either. Of course I wouldn’t.But fuck, the thought makes me feel sick as a dog.“If you want to be with her, I’ll back off,” Riven says. “You saw her first.”“How could I make a move now, knowing you want her too?”“I’d deal with it,” he says. “I’d have to deal with it.”“And I’d have to deal with it if it was you she wanted to be with. And it might be. She’s barely spoken a word to me in days.”“But she wanted you first. She almost certainly still does.”“She showed you her tits less than an hour ago. I’d say her interest in you is pretty current, Riven.”He shakes his head. “I can’t believe this is happening. Both of us going fucking crazy over an eighteen year old girl.”“She’s not like other girls,” I say and he l
RivenI feel like an absolute prize fucking asshole as we head into Drury’s. Kennedy might be putting a thoroughly gracious front on it, but my confession has him reeling and I know it.That’s the thing with Kennedy – he’s always trying to be the reasonable one. Always trying to do the right thing, for everyone. Not least for me.And certainly not least for Anna Josephine.If he was a lesser man, I’m sure he would’ve fucked the girl already. If he was a lesser man, I’m sure he’d have told me to fuck off with my stupid fucking confession after one paltry week of knowing her.But he’s a better man than I’ll ever be, and in my gut that’s why I know he should be the one to make a move on Anna, even if I’m the one in danger of recklessness.Even if I’m the one who’s seen her pretty little tits.The thought crosses my mind that maybe the little minx is playing both of us for a fool, but I doubt it. If Anna Josephine is playing a game, she’s playing a good one. She seems too sharp to risk pi
AnnaI can’t believe those two assholes were in the pub having a drink without me. I can’t believe they manhandled me into the back of the car like I’m a naughty fucking kid.“Eddie Stevens is a stupid little shit,” Riven barks from the front. “And you’ll be staying away from him. He deals fucking coke.”“Oh, I will, will I?” I snap. “Says fucking who?”It’s Kennedy who turns to look at me through the gap in the seats. “Says fucking me, Anna. And Riven. We both fucking say it, so shut your fucking mouth and be thankful we were there before you ended up more shitfaced than you are already.”I stare in shock at the man who’s always been so kind to me, not recognising the angry guy who glares at me as I shut my mouth and settle down with a sneer.The tequila has gone to my head. I downed way too many before stumbling out into the cold to have a cigarette, courtesy of Eddie and his plan to get his dick inside me. Any more and I’d be on my ass right now, most likely with Eddie’s slimy tong
Kennedy Anna Josephine has officially driven me crazy. I'm not even drunk but I feel dizzy. Revel in the way she pushes things to the breaking point. My dick is uncomfortably hard, and I have to do my best not to pull my pants off and jump right in front of her, despite the fact that Riven is right in front of me too. She looked beautiful stretched over his knees. He rubs his palm around her sweet little backside and I wish it was me who took the first hit. “Remember, you brought all this into yourself,” he said, and she did. I saw it in her eyes. I see the malice in her when she pushes it too far. He hits her hard, landing a smart blow right on her ass. She cries out and squirms on him, and he rests an arm firmly across her back. He hits her again and she squeaks but doesn't move. Again and she grunts. Over and over his palm lands hard on tender skin until she's pink and sore. “Say you’re sorry,” Riven orders. She doesn't say a word, not until he's landed a couple of extra
AnnaMy ass is burning and so is my face. I’m still floaty from the tequila, but I’m horny as hell and reeling and I really want this. I’ve never wanted anything so much as I want this.I can’t believe it as Kennedy takes a seat in the armchair and beckons me over with open arms.“Be a good girl now, Anna, and take your punishment.”I nod, because this is how it should be.This was always how it should be.All those sessions in Kennedy’s office, sitting across from him in that chair, thinking about how much I wanted him as he tried to help me any way he could.Any way but the way I really needed.He should have put me across his knees right then and there in his office. He should have made me take my punishment and shown me that bad behaviour has consequences other than getting thrown out of yet another home.I didn’t know it then, but this was always what I wanted.I take a breath as I shuffle my way across to him, loving the way my dropped jeans restrict my movement. Loving the way
RivenKennedy looks mortified, and I can’t say I blame him. This wasn’t exactly on the menu as his ideal way to handle one of his waifs and strays.But it was the right way to handle her.I’ve no doubt we’ve done the right thing, even if things veered dangerously close to the edge.“She needed that,” I tell him and he nods even though I’m unsure he believes me.“She needs to stay away from Eddie fucking Stevens,” he says and I’ve no argument there.“She will stay away from him. She has us to keep her on the straight and narrow.”He lowers his voice. “By spanking her every time she does something we disagree with?”“By spanking her every time she deserves it.”“It’s wrong,” he says.“No,” I argue. “It worked. How can that be wrong? The girl is crying out for discipline. She’s crying out for people who’ll stand up to her shit and stay firm through it.”“And that’s us, is it? We’re going to be the ones to do this?”I shrug. “Unless you have any better ideas?”He runs his hands through hi