I'm outraged. This can't be happening, he can't take this from me, he can't order me around like some kind of puppet. Yet the whole time I'm repeating those words to myself, I know he's going to make us do it.
"Kiss her," he demands again, and Audra closes her eyes, thick lashes landing on her cheeks as she presses her mouth against mine. "Let her taste it."
Her mouth opens. Warm liquid oozes into my mouth and I choke on it, attempting to back up, but Dexter presses a knee against my back, not allowing me to move another inch.
"Have some," he says in my ear. "Maybe you'll get a fucking taste for it. Not that it matters to me. You're going to eat me up one way or another."
"God, man, I'm going to come if you make them do this," Lai groans from the back, reminding me that we aren't alone.
I whimper as Audra grabs me, pulling me in for a deep kiss. She isn't doing this because she likes me. She's doing this so she'd get Dexter's attention. And while it should make me mad, it only makes me feel jealous instead. His cum floods my mouth, his taste lingering on my tongue and his scent assaulting my nostrils.
He kneels next to me, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear as he whispers, "I knew you would love the way I taste, toy. Open your mouth and show me now."
I shake my head, closing my eyes tightly. Audra pulls back, and Dex's finger wraps around my chin, gently forcing me open. I know what he's going to see, and it makes my cheek flush with shame.
"Where is it?" he growls at me.
I stick out my bare tongue.
"She... did she just..." Julian's growling from behind me.
"I couldn't help it," I whisper, feeling more defeated than ever.
All Dexter does is throw his head back, laughing at me. And I know he's won another battle.
Fifteen
Pandora
A week of no incidents later, I'm sitting in a classroom, pen poised over paper as I start working on a pop quiz our teacher's making us take. Still, being cornered in that classroom is fresh on my mind and has been for days. The fact that they control anyone in this town – the teachers, the students and the staff – makes me scared.
I force myself to think of something else and try to pay attention to the quiz before me instead. It’s then that I hear the crackling sound above me, looking up and knitting my brows together as I look at the speaker in the upper corner of the room.
"What does it feel like?"
The words ring out above me and my heart starts hammering in my chest. That's Dexter's voice.
"Wet. And tight."
That's my voice. My fucking voice. Playing over the school speakers.
"How tight?"
I look around the room in disbelief. Most of my classmates are staring right me, with expressions of pure shock.
"No!" I scream.
"I can't fit my finger," my voice says. "Just a little bit of the tip... Please don't make me put more inside."
"No no no no!" I jump, forgetting the test.
Even the teacher is too shell-shocked to stop me.
"Fuck me," I mutter under my breath. "Where the hell is this coming from?"
"I won't," Dexter says above me.
"Are you hard?" my tinny voice asks.