Chapter Fourteen
As it turns out, Felix has a few classes with me. We enter social studies together and sit at the back of the classroom. The tables are set up in groups of four, and each is filled quickly, leaving our table the only one with spare seats, which is fine. In fact, it’s great! The other students don't want to be associated with the emo, gay guy or the new girl who stood out like a sore thumb when it came to social expectations.
The teacher, a woman surprisingly, claps for attention and calls for silence.
"Good morning, students," she says in a posh, English accent, "and welcome to Social Studies! My name is Mrs. Welsh, and I will be your teacher for the year. We will be covering quite a few subjects throughout this course, from history and economics to geography and civics. But first, we will be covering s-"
The slamming of the classroom door interrupts Mrs. Welsh and in saunters Brett. Thankfully, he is the only Duke to enter. Not that I would have totally hated it if Law was in the class too. He was a sexist pig, sure, but also a class clown.
"Oh!" Mrs. Welsh gasps, clutching her chest. "Welcome, Mr. Leacher! What an honor to have you in my classroom this year!”
I groan at her obvious infatuation. Girl was at least forty years our senior, and even she wilted at the very sight of a Duke. Felix slaps a hand over his mouth at my annoyance, though he sobers quickly when Mrs. Welsh encourages Brett to find a seat, remembering the only remaining chairs are at our table.
I am intrigued by the sudden shift in his persona, the tensing of his body, andthe ticking at his jaw. Curiously, I look back to find a similar expression on Brett's face before he quickly wipes it clean, feigning indifference.
Brett slides into the seat next to me, dragging it unreasonably close.
"Roe," his deep, timbre tone reverberates through me.
"Brett," I smile sweetly. Sure, the guy attracts me, but his silence and watchfulness are kind of creepy.
Brett's eyes fall to my lips, darkening slightly before he looks past me and meets Felix's stare. After a moment, he turns to face the teacher. I look at Felix, he is casually easing back into his seat, but the friction between the two is buzzing. I can literally feel it under my skin. I shake it off as Mrs. Welsh continues.
"As I was saying, the first subject we will be covering is sociology! Can anyone tell me what that means?"
The Asian twins down the front are quick to raise their hands while I slump in my seat, feeling like an imbecile. Social-what-a-gy?
"Ah, the Chang sisters! What a delight!" Mrs. Welsh gushes. "Shin, dear, if you please."
Shin turns smugly in her seat to face the room, ignoring her sister, who has apparently snubbed her over being second best.
"Sociology is the science of social behavior amongst humans."
"Very good, Shin! Cho, will you elaborate for us?"
Cho sends a triumphant smile to Shin. "Scientists study patterns to identify social order and social change. To do this, they use critical analysis whilst observing different social groups, like religion, gender, or social class."
Mrs. Welsh claps, "Very good, Cho! Excellent!"
The twins glare at each other while I try to figure out if they have some sort of Wikipedia implantation in their brains. How else could they spout off such utter nonsense, yet logically accurate, bull shit ?
"You look confused," Brett says, studying me intently.
I scoff, "just trying to figure out how someone integrated two robots so seamlessly into the world without anyone being the wiser."
I say it too loudly, apparently, the row in front of us turning to scowl at me. I grin and finger wave at them.
"Now then, you may have noticed the special seating arrangements," the teacher says. "You will be working in groups of four, and one lucky group of three at the back," she waves at our table and I fight to keep my eyes from rolling. Not sure if lucky is the word we are looking for, ma'am. "In your groups, you will be researching and preparing a slideshow to present to your peers, your choice of social group. Take a moment now to discuss amongst yourselves what subject you wish to study and we will regroup in a moment to announce them to the class."
Immediately, from the group in front of us, some dufus with a pimply, red nose, jeers loudly, "Let’s study poor people! We can interview Weiner."
The guy next to him laughs. "Nah, we will do porn stars and whores; that's more your scene, right, Weiner?"
Seething, I am about to spit out a comeback when an angry rumble comes from my left .
"Enough," Brett says. He doesn’t need to yell for his voice to carry, and everyone instantly cowers. "Her name is Roe, and Roe will not be participating in any interview."
The boys nod dumbly, like puppets on a string, before turning and whispering amongst themselves about other social circles.
I turn to face Brett. "I don't need your help."
"Didn't say you did," he leans back, spreading his legs wide, resting one against mine.
I glare at him.
Felix clears his throat, "so, ah, the assignment-"
"Gays," Brett says with a sneer.
"Wh-what?" Felix sputters.
"We will study gay people," Brett says, not deigning to even glance at Felix.
"We are not studying the LGBTQ community," I hiss. Hell, no, would I do that to Felix. I grip his hand and smile at him.
Thank you, he mouths, squeezing my hand back.
"Then what do you propose? Shall we take the advice from the dweebs in front and study porn stars, Roe? It does seem to be your expertise, does it not? "
"Mother fucker !" I spit, getting close to Brett's face. "If I find out you, any of you, had something to do with the video or photos, I swear to God, I will make you all pay."
He keeps his face impassively blank, though I spy a twitch in the center of his eyebrows at the mention of a video. He doesn’t ask, though. Just remains disgustingly silent.
"Alright, class! Have we all agreed on a subject?" everyone but us nods. Fuck. "Ok, let's announce it to the class one group at a time. We will start with your group, Cho."
Alarmed, I toss through subject ideas rapidly but discard them all just as quickly. Around me, the others announce their ideas, the LGBTQ community and the poor making the cut more than once.
"That's wonderful, Daniel," Mrs. Welsh gushes to the group in front of us. "Last but definitely not least, let us hear your group's chosen topic, please, Mr. Leacher."
Brett looks past me and smirks at Felix. He’s going to do it. This entitled asshole is going to fucking do it.
I stand, sending my chair flying in my haste. Everyone looks at me in shock, Brett and Felix included.
"The Dukes!" I announce almost breathlessly. "We’re studying the Dukes. ”
"I can't believe you did that," Felix says in awe as we leave the classroom.
"Neither can I," Brett grumbles.
Neither could the entire class, if I am being completely honest. There was not a single closed mouth among the lot of them prissy, posh folk in the room. Mrs. Welsh had recovered quickly, squealing like a pig in the mud about how marvelous and extraordinary our chosen pitch was. Brett, of course, had been furious. Snapping something about it being an impossible task and would ruin everything he had been working for, whatever that meant.
"Dare I ask just what our Princess has done this time?"
"Why hello to you too, Baby Duke," I plow ahead, hoping West and Brett would ease off. No such luck.
"Roe just announced to our entire social studies class that we would be studying the Dukes for our assignment," Brett says casually.
"She fucking did what ?" West demands.
I sigh softly and start to whisper, "five, four, three, two, o- "
His fist is around my ponytail, a firm tug pulling me back.
"Ouch, mother fucker!" I screech. "You’re going to rip my head off!"
He doesn’t say anything, but I can feel the anger searing off of him as he leads me backward to the girl's bathroom.
"Out," he demands. The little clique of young girls instantly departs, eyes wide.
"What is with you and girls' bathrooms?" I hiss, my neck still bent back at an almost painful angle.
"The fuck did you do, Roe?" West seethes, practically spitting in my face as he leans in close, wrapping his fist even tighter through my locks. "The Elder Dukes will not stand for this. They will destroy you! They will destroy Katie! Is that what you want?"
He lets me go and stalks to the far wall. My stomach drops. Katie. She had plans. Could this project really cause her such problems?
"Did you not learn anything yesterday afternoon?" he continues, prowling back towards me.
I snort. "You may be good with your fingers, but you do not own me, Baby Duke. I will not drop to my knees just because you tell me to." An idea pops into my mind so suddenly I barely have time to process it before I decide to follow through with it, consequences be damned. "No, I will drop to my knees because I want to. And you will beg me for release because I am a mother fucking queen."
I shove him back two steps until his back hits the wall, and then I am on my knees before him.
"The fuck are you doing, Princess?" West asks, but his lids are hooded as he watches me with cocky arrogance.
"Is this what you want, my Duke?" I purr, ignoring his question as I palm his cock through his shorts. "You want me to suck this big cock?"
West growls in response, fisting my ponytail in a strong grip with one hand; the other pinches my cheeks together in an unforgiving hold. I laugh. His control was slipping, and we both knew it.
Without waiting another moment, I pull his shorts and boxers down his firm, muscular thighs with one firm tug. His cock springs free, slapping against my cheek. He groans at the contact, and I grin up at him, nuzzling my face along his length. I couldn’t help but appreciate the velvety, smooth length of him. He was big . I mean, I am not exactly an expert when it comes to the male anatomy, but I could recognize and appreciate an impressive dick when I saw one .
Unable to hold back any longer, I grip the backs of West's thighs and slowly run my tongue over his warm balls and up his shaft, circling the head when I reach its throbbing tip. West groans, and I grin like a Cheshire cat.
"What's that Baby Duke? The girls are too classy to lick balls this high up the food chain?" I taunt, brushing my lips torturously slow back down to his heated sack.
With my eyes locked on his, I sucked him into my mouth, one ball at a time, and rolled my tongue over them.
"Fuuuck!" West moans, gripping his cock and giving it a tug before I smacked his hands away.
"Uh, uh!" I gurgle, his balls still in my mouth. Popping them out, I say, "Hands to yourself, Baby Duke. It’s time for you to learn how to let your woman take the lead."
Fuck, did I just say his woman? Quickly, I press my tongue against the sensitive skin behind his balls to distract him. It works.
I take my time, licking and kissing every inch of his impressive cock, until West is practically vibrating with need.
"I swear to fuck Roe, if you don't put your lips around my c-"
I cut him off, doing just as he wanted. I opened my throat and took him all the way down, his balls resting against my chin as I looked up at him with tears in my eyes. He wraps his fist around my throat and thrusts a couple of times, feeling his cock slide in and out. I bite softly at his shaft, and he hisses as he lets go.
I ease him back out of my mouth.
"Hands to yourself, Duke," I demand, "this Princess comes with teeth."
Before he can respond, I wrap my lips around him once more. This time, I take him shallowly. I hollow my cheeks and circle his head with my tongue as I bob on his cock, not once taking my eyes off his face.
It is a beautiful thing. His face. Lost in pleasure. Giving himself to me. Letting himself be controlled by a woman.
He is close to finishing when I abruptly take him out of my mouth.
"You want to cum, Baby?" I ask, blinking innocently up at him.
Delirious in pleasure, he nods, reaching to force my mouth back onto him. I whack his hands away before stroking him lightly in one hand.
"Yeah? Do you want to cum down my throat? Paint my face with it?"
"Fuck, yes," he says. "Take it, Princess. Stick out your tongue for me. "
I giggle and do just that, sticking out my tongue and tapping the underside of his head against it a few times before pausing again.
"Oh, but Baby Duke," I say sweetly. "You need to beg for it. What was it you said to me yesterday? I can bring you to the edge again and again, but you will not cum until I let you ," I mimic boldly.
West freezes, his pleasure-induced haze slowly dissipating. Not fast enough. I’m on my feet and at the door before he can process what has just happened.
I look back at him. His hair was disheveled, pants around his ankles. Balls heavy and cock straining for me.
"Have fun with that," I smirk and walk out.
West
I’m fucking fuming, not to mention painfully hard. Roe fucking Nixon just sucked my cock like it was the most revered lollipop in the world, then left me on the brink, looking like a fucking succubus; lips swollen, tear tracks running down her cheeks, and hair coming loose in the most scandalous way.
"Where the fuck were you?" Law asks, sliding a tray of nachos across to me. He runs his eyes over me with amusement. "You know, from the way Roe looked coming through those doors a few minutes ago, I'd have thought you would have been a lot more relaxed right now."
"She did look especially smug," Brett adds, a rare smirk gracing his lips as he eyes where I have tucked my hard cock into the waist of my pants. Guess I didn’t hide it as well as I had thought.
I sigh, deciding to just tell the fuckers what had happened. Can't say I've ever seen Brett laugh so hard in his entire life.
"Bro, she played you so good!" Law hoots.
I grunt and start shoveling the spicy Mexican goodness into my mouth, ignoring the guys as they joke about my loss.
At that moment, a hearty mixture of full-bellied laughter sounds from the direction I knew Roe would be. Looking up, I confirm it is indeed her little group in hysterics.
Felix and Trent, the fucker, are doubled over, hands on their stomachs as they laughed in earnest. Easterly has her hands cupped over herface, cheeks red, and eyes alight with mirth.
And Roe.
She was holding court, a brilliant, smug smile on her face as she combed her fingers through her now loose locks. She glances over at me as if she knew I was watching and winks. I scowl, and she turns her back on me.
"West, babe, you seem tense," Sherry, Holly, and her crew filter in around our table. Sherry instantly begins running her hands over my shoulders and chest. "Let me help you," she whispered in my ear in what was supposed to be a seductive move when really, it just irritated the shit out of me.
Another bout of laughter split the air, and suddenly, inspiration hits me.
"Actually, Sherry," I say, turning in my seat and reluctantly placing a hand on her waist. "I have a job for you and the girls."
They all turn to me eagerly, probably assuming I was up for an orgy in the locker room. I beckon for Sherry to come closer, and she does so with smug victory.
I move her hair from her ear and lean in close, whispering just for her to hear. Once I have finished, I push her away. She looks at me with doubt in her eyesfor just a moment before smiling and flipping her hair over her shoulder.
"Come on, girls!" she says.
They flutter off to a spare table where they gossip amongst themselves for a moment, going through their bags for what they will need for my task.
I glance back at Roe. She seems to be daydreaming, staring off obliviously into the distance while East and Felix gossip, and Trent stares at East like a lost puppy. Fucker needs to stop pining over something he can never have.
Sherry, Holly, and the girls approach the table casually, and I lean forward in anticipation.
"The fuck did you tell her to do, man?" Law asks with a frown.
I don’t bother answering. The girls reach the table and are on Roe in seconds. Some pull her hair taut while others hack at it with their scissors.
Roe shrieks and fights them off, Trent, Felix, and East joining the fray. It’s too late, though. The damage is done. Her gorgeous hair is no more. Sherry didn't hold back, that's for sure. I spy one chunk cut about an inch from Roes' scalp .
Smiling, Sherry skips over to me, straddles my lap, and hands me the lock of hair she has managed to hold onto for me. I take it, smirking at Roe. She is standing, glaring at me. Tears run down her infuriatingly beautiful face. Her cheeks are splotchy and red, but she is still the most stunning thing I have ever seen. East is at her side, clutching onto her hand. She is looking at me like I am a monster. Like she doesn’t know who I am anymore. That look from my own sister is enough to rip my heart from my chest.
I keep my smirk in place, though, because this is my win. I am a fucking Duke. No one disrespects me the way Roe does.
I lift the lock of hair to my nose and inhale deeply, the intoxicating scent of Roe and her coconut and strawberry-scented shampoo intoxicating my senses.
Sherry is giggling in my lap, looking over her shoulder at Roe triumphantly.
Roe storms off, East and the guys at her heels. Not one of them looks back.
"Too far, man," Brett is at my side, frowning. "You took that too fucking far."
He turned and left. A quick glance at Law shows him shaking his head at me and following Brett .
Sherry shifts in my lap. "That was s o fun, baby," she says, looping her arms around my shoulders.
I lean into her, and Sherry reacts instantly, closing her eyes and puckering her lips.
"Get the fuck off me," I hiss.