Chapter 4 The Answer
The Answer
Luke
Harper’s sweet vanilla scent clings to me as I steer her down the hallway to our next class.
Harper fucking Davidson. The last virgin in our class. And all ours.
Such a sweet fucking surprise.
I’m hard as a fucking rock after spanking her. The sweet tang of her arousal along with the press of her body against mine was perfection. And the glint in her eyes afterwards.
Fuck me. She is a fucking unicorn. Untouched. Almost eighteen. Mine. Ours.
“See you next class.” Eli slaps me on the back.
We need to meet after practice tonight to discuss this development and what we need to do about it. We need to thank Brandon for updating our list.
Harper surges forward a little as if she can get away from me. I let her because I like a little chase. A little defiance.
Most of these girls are easy. They flirt and wink as I pass. If I wanted to, I could drag any of them into a closet and have them on their knees servicing me. But not little Miss Untouched. She didn’t even want to admit to her sexual status.
Her arousal probably mortifies her.
She’s almost to the door when I grab her, stopping her, and push her against the wall. Not gently. I crowd in on her and catch her little gasp. Yeah, that’s my hard dick pressing against your stomach. Get used to the feel of it.
She tilts her head back to look up at me.
Her face is flushed red, and I wonder if she’s still wet from the spanking.
I could slide my hand under her skirt and feel it for myself.
Rubbing her warm ass after spanking her wasn’t enough.
How much of a fuss would she raise if I slid my hand between her thighs?
Not yet. We just found this creature. We need to take our time. We need to agree on everything, so no one takes advantage before we all can.
“What?” she asks, almost belligerently.
I tsk her. “Want more spankings?”
“No.” Her eyes are dark and spark with anger when she meets mine. Not submissive at all. I like that.
I drop my mouth next to her ear. “Maybe next time, I’ll do it in private, where I can check how wet you get after every strike.”
Her body tenses against mine. I chuckle as I pull back a little to look down at her. Her cheeks are almost as red as her ass should be. Her lips press into a fine line, but suddenly, she relaxes back against the wall and looks over my shoulder. Like she’s giving in.
That’s a new game. I’ll let her play it this time. She needs time to adjust to us.
All of us.
I get it. We’re a lot. Usually we come at girls one or two at a time, but not this one. Not the last. We want to savor her. Together.
I grab her elbow and steer her into our classroom. I guide her to the back and put her in the corner desk before taking the desk next to hers. She hisses slightly when she sits.
That makes me smile. Knowing that every time she feels that, she’ll think of me.
Dropping her backpack on the floor, she gets her notebook out. She’s not short, but not tall. She’s got a good rack, a slim waist, and her ass…my fingers still buzz from smacking it. Nice bounce. It’ll do nicely.
That long brown hair in a ponytail is fantastic to tug on.
Her large eyes are dark brown. Her features are pleasant, even pretty.
Small nose, dimpled chin, and high cheekbones.
But her mouth…holy shit, why hadn’t I noticed that mouth before this year?
Her lips are full and shaped to perfection.
A dark rose color that might be fucking natural.
They’ll look incredible stretched around my cock.
I lean back in my chair and stare at the students in the classroom. I notice the girl she talked to in first period. She approaches, but when she catches me watching her, she drops into the nearest seat.
I take out my phone.
Me:
Tonight. Talk about Harper
Caden:
Pizza. My house?
Jack:
I’m game
Eli:
We need a plan
Me:
Exactly
I glance over at our girl. She’s ignoring me still. After the spanking, I kind of expect the cold shoulder. Better than a weepy girl afraid of her own shadow. Much better. More to break.
Jack:
Did she cry?
Me:
Nah
Caden:
Nice
Me:
She’s angry
Eli:
I like an angry kitten
I refuse to smile, but I know Eli. He’d prefer a girl who spits fire than a weeping daisy. So far Harper hasn’t disappointed. Most girls would be a crumbling mess after being spanked in front of most of their classmates.
Not Harper. Girl couldn’t give a fuck.
That just means more boundaries to be pushed.
I reach over, grab her ponytail close to her head, and turn her to face me. I can see the pain in her eyes as I tug her hair, but she doesn’t make a noise as she meets my eyes.
“We need to know how untouched you are.”
“Why?” She presses those lips together again, considering what to say next.
I give her a moment. She should answer if she knows what’s good for her.
She huffs out a breath. “Why can’t you just leave me alone? It’s only one more year. You haven’t bothered me in the many years we’ve gone to school together. Just let me go my way and you can go yours. I won’t be your sex doll.”
If she thought that would put me off, she’s in for a shock.
“It doesn’t matter who you are. It only matters what you are.” I lean in close enough to see the anger still flaring in her eyes. “You are an affront to our leadership. A hot little thing like you slipping through our fingers for years? Tell me, have you ever given or received head?”
She presses her lips together.
I want the answer to come from those lips. I want to see the truth in her eyes. She says untouched, but girls lie.
I tighten my grip on her hair until she flinches with pain. “There are other ways we can find out, unicorn. There’s a janitor’s closet three doors down. I can take you in there and find out exactly how inexperienced you are.”
Her eyes flare with heat. “I don’t have any experience. Okay?”
“None?” I narrow my eyes at her. How is that possible? I wonder if she’s one of those religious types. Maybe daddy is a preacher.
“Some of us would rather not spread ourselves around,” she bites out.
“Do you want to call me a whore or a slut, Harper?” I tip her head back, extending her throat. I can’t wait to mark it up. Her pulse flutters.
She swallows. “If the shoe fits.”
I smile and relax my hold on her hair. “Me and my boys have gotten around, but don’t let that put you off. We always wrap it. We have plans for you, my unicorn.”
I release her, and she shuffles back into her seat to face the front again. Her hand lifts like she’s going to touch her hair, but she stops. Her eyes flick to me and her hand falls to her desk.
“Curiouser and curiouser,” I mutter.
The teacher enters and begins the lesson.
I scoot my desk closer to hers and trap her in. “How about your breasts?”
“Excuse me?” she whispers, offended.
“Anyone get to second base? Seen ’em? Felt ’em? Sucked ’em?” I raise an eyebrow at her.
Her face flushes a light pink. “No.”
“No?” My eyebrows draw together. What the fuck is with this girl? “Have you ever touched a cock?”
She shakes her head, once again trying to pay attention to the teacher.
“Fuck, Harper. Have you ever kissed a guy?”
Her cheeks deepen in shade, and she shakes her head again.
“Did you grow up in a convent?” The religious angle has to be it.
She turns her face toward me and gives me the most wicked, disparaging look that makes my cock twitch to attention.
“No, I didn’t grow up in a convent. I grew up in this school where if I didn’t want to be cornered by one of you assholes, I had to keep my head down and do absolutely nothing noteworthy. Only to find out the very reason you all want me now is the very thing that should have kept you away from me.”
I grin. How can I not? The girl’s got spunk. She’s not going to bend to our will easily. Most girls cave easily. It just means she’s got a slightly harder shell to get through. A challenge, but we’re up for it.
She purses her lips and faces the front again.
I lean in to whisper. “I promise we’ll correct that error as soon as possible.”
She raises her hand. “May I go to the bathroom?”
Mr. Flack looks startled by her question before nodding. “Take the pass.”
She stands and runs her hand over the back of her skirt before walking away from me.
Does her ass hurt from the spanking? I wait until she’s escaped before raising my hand.
“Mr. Flack, may I go to the bathroom?”
He nods absently toward the other pass on his desk. I’m going to like this class.
I go out into the hall and stride across to the women’s restroom. I push the door open and stroll in like I own the place. Only one stall is occupied. Otherwise, her black and white shoes would have given her away. I would have shooed out anyone else anyway.
I whistle a little tune from American Horror Story season one.
“You’ve got to be kidding me. This is the girls’ bathroom.” Her voice is sharp.
I lean against the sink across from her stall.
“We were having a discussion, and you left.” I shrug. It’s the middle of class. The likelihood of another student coming in is low, and once they see me, they’ll turn and walk the other way.
“I was done with the discussion. Now please leave,” she says.
“That’s not how this works, Harper.”
“You want to tell me how this works then, Luke?”
A realization hit me. “Do you have your panties down in there?”
“None of your business,” she bites out.
I push off the sink and move toward the stall. The door barely reaches my chin. I look down at the top of Harper’s head. Those pink panties are between her knees. My dick twitches.
“Need any help in there?”
Her head pops up and her gaze locks on me. “Oh, for fuck’s sake.”
“I mean, I assume you’re in here to piss and I’m not hearing any pissing happening.” I scratch my chin and give her a wink.
“Go away,” she says sternly. Her eyes flash with anger.
“Answer my question then.” I lift an eyebrow.
“You haven’t asked one,” she says through gritted teeth.
“We’ve established you are truly untouched. No one else has put a hand on that kickass body but me.”
Her cheeks go red, but she holds my gaze. Those fantastic lips press tight.
“The logical question to ask is whether you’ve touched yourself. And before you qualify that, I’ll ask explicitly. Have you stuck your fingers or anything else besides a tampon in your cunt?”
Her perfect lips part, and she looks completely dumbfounded by my question. “Are you fucking kidding me? Get out of the bathroom or I’ll scream.”
I narrow my eyes on her and smile bitterly. “You scream, you get punished. Remember, I let you keep the panties on this last time.”
“I can’t pee with you here. Go away.” She drops her head, taking her eyes from mine.
“Fair. Answer my question.” I’m not leaving until she gives me an answer. We need to know exactly what we’re dealing with so we can put rules in place. I hate to tell Harper, but this won’t be like the others. She’s giving us much more than we’ve ever had before.
Even that wannabe Christian chick had taken a guy in her mouth before.
“No.” The word is soft.
“I’m sorry I didn’t hear you.”
Her dark eyes flash back up to mine. “No. Happy? Now leave.”
“You don’t give the orders, unicorn.”
She glares at me.
“But I’ll give you a choice.” I rub my finger over my lip, wondering how far I can push her. “Give me your panties.”
“What?” She grabs onto them. “No.”
“Or show me your ass. I want to see how red I made it.”
“This has to fall under sexual harassment.”
She won’t tell on us. They never do. She’ll beg for it by the end.
“You know us. Bringing in the administration will only make us ten times worse. Make a choice, unicorn. Ticktock.”
Her mouth scrunches mutinously. “Fine. You can look.”
She stands, pulling her panties up under her skirt, but I raise a hand to stop her.
“Unlock the door.”
Her wide eyes shoot up to mine. Fear lingers in them.
“I promise not to touch.” Much. I give her a smile meant to calm her.
She sighs and opens the door. I step into the stall with her, and she eyes me warily.
“Turn around,” I say softly, anticipating every moment. I’d rub my hands together if I didn’t think she’d start screaming. This will go much easier if I don’t have to deal with the principal.
Pressing her lips together like she’s stopping herself from saying something, she turns. When I slowly drag her skirt up, she gasps. But she doesn’t stop me. One hand remains on her panties that she mostly pulled up. The other is clenched in a fist at her side.
I gather her skirt in my hand as I slowly reveal her pale thighs.
“Wait.” She tries to turn, so I put a hand on her shoulder to keep her facing the toilet.
“Shh.”
The skirt lifts to show her inflamed skin. Her muscles clench. I take my hand from her shoulder and trace the outline of my handprint on her cheek, feeling the heat radiating from the skin.
She gasps and tries to lurch forward, but I have her skirt captured in my other hand. “You said you wouldn’t touch.”
I lift my hand to her waist and yank her back against me. My denim covered erection presses against her bare bottom. “You don’t get to call the shots anymore.”
She sputters as she tries to come up with something. Anything to say to me.
Satisfied, I step back and drop her skirt in place. Her fist presses against the wall of the stall as she bites out, “Happy?”
I grin. “More than. See you back in class. Don’t keep me waiting.”
She grits her teeth, holding back probably every name in the book.
She’ll have plenty of time to scream all the names she likes soon enough.