Page 11 of Promise to Break

"So, you apologized for your lack of skills in the oral department? I can teach you. After all, the school whore needs to have skill." No one in this entire school is allowed to touch her, and they all know it. She's mine to do whatever the fuck I want with.

I wait for her to react, but as always, when I have her in this position, her naturally plump lips remain sealed. Maricela is an intelligent girl. She attacks those whom she knows can't harm her beyond repair. With me, however, she's wary.

"Speak your mind, Maricela. You didn't have any problem doing so a few moments ago, Wild One." She hates it when I call her that.

"I did, didn't I? Should I do it again, my deviant king?" There she is. She just can't keep her mouth shut for long. Good.

Shut it with your dick. The voice responsible for the blood flow to the problematic fucker I have between my legs begs me. But no. If I take her, it will be because she begs me to, because she wants me.

"I don't have time for chit-chat, so be a good, wild child and get on your knees. I don't have all day. Come on, Wild One. Let me teach you your lesson. A whore like you should know how to do her job." A sudden urge to take her away from here where no fucker can see her has my blood boiling.

They can watch.

They can't touch.

I have to remind myself of that and physically stop myself from dragging her out of here and pushing my dick into her mouth after killing all the hungry fuckers salivating all over her.

She's off fucking limits. Didn't I remind myself of that already?

I give her the time she needs and wait for her inevitable refusal. She's silent longer than expected. I may have been cruel to her in the past, but never like this. Maybe I've finally taken it too far.

Break down already, Wild Child.

She doesn't. Instead, like the fucking queen she is, Maricela bends her delectable legs and kneels on the floor with so much freaking poise, perfectly level with my cock, and lets me see the hatred in her eyes the whole time.

"You are a whore, aren't you?" I try to be as cruel as possible, needing her to do something. Anything to stop this. But she does nothing. This infuriating girl.

You enjoy seeing her in this position. Yes, yes, I do.

"Part your lips for me," I command, and she does just that, as her pink tongue darts automatically to wet her naturally plump lips as if she wants it. Fuck!

"You see, dicks come in all shapes and sizes, sweet girl, and the most important thing is to prevent bites into the flesh. Some guys like a little teeth play, but most like another wet hole to fuck." She stares into my eyes as if she's listening to me and challenges me with her glare. However, the hate in them is not the only thing I see. She's hiding something. Soon, she'll let me in on her secrets. Secrets I want to unravel, to burn on my skin and destroy.

I see Raven in my peripheral vision and know she disapproves of my actions. While I don't give a shit about most people, Raven and her little brother are the rare commodity I let inside. Raven shakes her head, begging me to stop. I won't. I just need Maricela to do the begging, and I will.

"Are you ready to show everyone what a good slut you are?" A nod is all I get. Fucking woman.

I hear the chuckles that break out all around me, Lila's especially. She hates me, and I don't give a fuck. However, Lila hates Maricela more than she's ever hated me. Lila knows me well enough to detect my attraction. And she humiliates Maricela because she can. It's her attempt to please me in some way as well.

Lila's a royal bitch of epic proportions, seeking the approval of the people around her, even of those she hates. Maricela, on the other hand, looks misery in the eye and fights back without thinking of the repercussions. It's like the world is the most predictable place for her, and she just doesn't expect a single thing from it. I can understand this feeling. The world bores me to its very core, and where I like to challenge it just for kicks, Maricela just goes through the motions.

I know what made me who I am, but what could have happened to Maricela for her to be as cold as she is? Was it her parents' death? Maybe her time in the social services system? Or is it something much darker, or perhaps a sick combination of all of those things?

I clench my jaw and try harder to break her, skimming the banana over her bottom lip. "This exemplary piece is a curvy boy. Some girls like the curve because it finds that little spot, the one that makes them scream a lot faster. With that being said, it's more difficult to suck on, but I believe in you." I smack the freaking banana on her lips, trying to scare are off. Still not a smidgen of freaking reaction. She just looks at me. Burns me with her gaze. She lets me know that I'm in the wrong here without saying a word. As if I care.

"Push your tongue out and show everyone how much you want it." She does, dammit. The fucking stubborn, resilient woman.

I take the flat tip of the banana and guide it to her tongue.

Run, Wild Child, run.

Instead, she plays with the tip, swirling it with her tongue as if saying, "See, I don't need your instructions. Do your worst." I continue, letting her maneuver her way out of the game we've been playing for over two years now.

"After the cock is all wet and ready, it's pushed into the mouth. It should be sucked on. Some like it gentle, but some like to see the whore beneath them gag. Just…" I push the banana into her mouth.

"Like…" keeping it inside until she tries to move her head.

"That." I let her go, pulling the fruit out of her mouth, looking at the string of saliva that drags over the length of the peel, and then leaving her in the cafeteria, humiliated and on her knees, in front of everyone.

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