Chapter ElevenWest
Chapter Eleven
West
I rest against the bonnet of my car, eyes locked on the exit she will emerge from. The whole school is still here, submitting to my every word. If I say jump, they jump. There is no 'how high?' about it. As students started heading to their cars, all it took was a word from me, and it spread like wildfire. Stay. Wait.
They all whisper amongst one another, speculating as to why I have called for the sudden demands.
Then Holly darts through the doors, eyes wide. "She's coming!" She doesn't have to raise her voice. Everyone hushes like a switch has been flipped.
And then the door slams open, and even I struggle to contain my shock, not to mention the searing heat of desire that shoots right through to the tip of my cock.
She has defied me. Again.
Sauntering out like the world belongs to her, she is wearing nothing but her shoes, the thigh-high school socks, and a sinful, red, and lace lingerie piece. She gives us a twirl, confirming that, yes, her panties are, in fact, a thong, before my mind had even formed the question.
She is fucking stunning. Infuriatingly so. And I am not the only one to notice. More than a few jaws are touching the ground.
To add to her utter disobedience, she is dragging my jersey across the ground by the crook of a single finger.
She's smirking like a fucking siren, soaking in the attention like she lives for it.
I drag my eyes away from her as I hear a groan beside me. Fucking Law and his dick for a brain. He's got his fist in his mouth and is biting down like it's painful to stand there and watch. He is not wrong. It's taking everything in me not to flip her over my hood and fuck her like the slut she is. With everyone watching.
"Baby Duke," Roe says as she comes to a stop mere inches from me. My dick throbs as I look her up and down. Fuck. She looks even better up close. "My eyes are up here, Baby." She giggles like a fucking psychopath and I drag my eyes back to meet hers. She steps even closer, trailing her fingers across my chest seductively. "You're going to have to try a lot harder than this," she whispers .
Dropping my shirt at my feet, she turns and heads towards Trent, who is staring like a goddam fool with drool dripping down his chin.
The hushed whispers reach a crescendo, and I blow.
"Enough!" I bellow, my people obeying in an instant. "Leave."
Roe is barely three steps away, her fine ass jiggling with every step she takes away from me before I snatch her by the upper arm. "Not you, Princess."
She screams as I throw her over my shoulder, pounding at my back. I smack her on the ass, and she is blissfully silent for the first time ever as shock grounds her. I jerk my head at Trent, indicating that he, too, should leave. His wide eyes dart between Roes' round globes and me. I tilt my head to the side as he seems to decide against following my order, but then East is there, pulling him away.
I will deal with that later.
With Brett and Law on my heels, I head back into the school, Roe cursing the entire time. The door behind us had barely clicked shut before I threw her off my shoulder and slammed her face-first into the nearest locker.
"Ouch, you fucker!" she seethes.
I chuckle, stepping nice and close in behind her and pulling her wrists behind her back. She struggles, her ass rubbing against my cock. I fight to hold in the groan her body tries to pull from me.
"You make a fool of me," I spit, trailing my nose from her ear down her neck, not missing the goosebumps that followed my progress. "You make me look w eak . People will start questioning my authority if you keep it up."
"As they should!" she wriggles some more, and, fuck it, I push my hips into her, letting her feel every hard inch of me against her. She freezes.
I smirk. "That's more like it." I maneuver her wrists into one hand and use my free one to grip her wet locks in my fist. I pull, and she hisses. "Do you know what we do to those who defy us?"
"Talk them to death?" she spits.
I laugh, feeling Law and Brett closing in on either side of us. "We destroy them."
In a breath, I have spun Roe around, now chest to chest, with her hands anchored above her head.
Law breaks his silence. "Fuck, that makes her tits look good," he groans. I look down. He's not wrong.
Lifting my eyes, I smirk at Roe. Her lips are twisted into a defiant sneer, and her eyes areas hard as steel. "I'm going to teach you a lesson now," I say. "Brett, take her hands." Brett complies and, in an instant, I have both hands free. I run them down her sides, not missing her shiver.
"Don't fucking touch-" I slam a hand over her mouth, laughing as she screeches in protest.
"Law, lift her leg."
"Thank fuck! The suspense is killing me," He grips Roes' thigh and does what I say, spreading her nice and wide for me.
Her eyes are wide, and she tries to shake her head, making me chuckle. The fact she even thinks she has a say in this…
I slide my free hand lower, dragging my fingers over the rough lace of her panties. "You should be on your knees begging to have my cock in your mouth." I slide the lace to the side. Both Law and Brett lean to get a glimpse of her spread little pussy, but I quickly cover their view with my hand. This is my pussy to look at. Mine to touch. Mine to taste.
I groan as my fingers find her center wet and ready.
I grin. "You may despise me, Princess, but your pussy doesn't lie. Feel how wet you are for me?" I circle a finger around her clit for a moment before slamming a finger into her. She groans from deep in her throat.
"Fuck," surprisingly, it's Brett who exclaims .
I hold back my own curse as my finger bottoms out inside of her tight, hot walls. I keep my eyes locked on Roe's as I slide out slowly, only to slam two fingers in this time. Her eyes roll slightly, and I smirk. "Not so mouthy now, are you, my little slut?" I pump into her at a steady rhythm, her pussy taking my fingers like they were made for it. Her chest rises and falls rapidly with each thrust of my fingers, her moans like music to my ears.
I feel her pussy tighten, and I slow my pace. She makes a noise of protest.
"What's that?" I smirk and remove my hand from her mouth. "You want to cum, Princess? Beg for it."
She spits and hisses. "Like fuck!"
"Have it your way then," I shrug, pumping my fingers faster again. She throws her head back with a moan. "I can bring you to the edge again and again, but you won't cum until I let you."
She huffs in frustration. "Just because you aren't capable of making a woman cum- oh God!" I flick her clit, and she tightens around my fingers.
"What were you saying, Princess?"
We reach a stare-off, neither of us willing to give in .
Finally, after bringing her to the precipice again and again, she relents. "Fuck, just make me cum already! Please!"
"What was that?" I tip my head to the side, and she huffs in frustration.
"Please, West, I beg you. Make me cum."
My name on her lips is music to my ears. "With pleasure," I slap my hand back over her mouth and reach a new tempo with my fingers. Roe screeches behind my hand, squeezing her eyes shut as she gets closer. "Eyes on me!" I command. Shockingly, she obeys immediately. Her legs start to tremble, and her eyelids flicker, but she keeps her eyes on me as her pussy suddenly clamps down hard around my fingers, her body ricocheting with each pulse of her orgasm. A tear falls from her eye as her body shudders and jolts with the final throes of her pleasure.
She slumps, letting her eyes close. I nod at Brett and Law, who drop their respective limbs and back away.
"I own you, Roe," I say, leaning close to smell her exotic scent again. Her eyes flare open, all snark again, but she keeps her damn trap shut. I lift my hand to her mouth and shove the two fingers that were just knuckle deep inside her pussy, into her mouth. She struggles, spitting and pushing with her tongue, and tries to bite my fingers, but I use my free hand to keep her jaw open. "Taste that, Princess? That is the taste of victory. My victory."
Pulling my fingers free, I step away. Fuck if she doesn't look well fucked. Panties twisted to the side, cheeks flushed, body languid. It's a sight I could get used to, and, fuck, I hate that. I tilt my head at Brett and he throws the bundle of Roes clothes at her feet.
"Better get dressed, Princess. There is a storm coming tonight. And you're walking home."