Chapter 6: Hallway

He stands up so abruptly that the entire table lurches forward. It slams into me, hard, before Daniel and Aiden reach out and stop it from hitting me further.

 

“My submissive sits here, Henry,” Daniel says with a raised brow, voice sharp with warning.

 

Henry doesn’t even glance at him. His eyes are locked on me. “I can’t wait to see a collar around your neck tomorrow, dog.”

 

“It’s not going to be yours, Henry,” I reply sweetly, my smile saccharine and smug.

 

“You can be mine, Danika,” Lucas cuts in suddenly.

 

We all look at him. He’s leaning back, arms crossed, a smug smirk on his lips. Confidence rolls off him in waves, and the soft curls of his blond hair make him look deceptively harmless.

 

I arch a single unimpressed eyebrow.

 

“Fuck off, Lucas,” Henry snaps as he grabs Emma by her arm.

 

“What?” Lucas twirls to him, unaffected by Henry's rage. “You want to fight for her? Like real men?”

 

“Lord knows I could take both of you,” Noah chimes in from beside Daniel, voice dripping with arrogance.

 

His gaze locks on mine, desire blazing in his eyes. “I’ll be the first one to touch the untouchable.”

 

That’s my cue.

 

”Alright,” I say as I rise to my feet.

 

My ass nearly brushes Aiden’s face as I stand—he’s been silently watching all this unfold, observing like it’s a science experiment and we’re the lab rats. Like he’s gathering data to weaponize later. He's always like this. Never loud, always the calm, quiet, brooding one. The most dangerous one.

 

“It reeks of testosterone in here,” I say with disgust, flipping my hair over one shoulder. “Maybe instead of fighting over me, one of you could just ask me nicely.”

 

“Ask you nicely?” Lucas echoes, sounding genuinely confused.

 

”Do you know what those words mean?” I throw back. “We are Doms, Danika. We don’t ask,” David says, his tone teetering on the edge of anger.

 

”Maybe you should start,” I offer.

 

”Or I'll choose Isla to be my Dom,” I say with a sly, sexy smirk.

 

The table falls into stunned silence.

 

I smirk as I reach for Isla, running my fingers through her soft hair. “After all, her body is to die for.”

 

Her cheeks burn crimson, and I know every man at the table just imagined us together. David glares at me, furious that I’ve turned his submissive into a prop for my power play.

 

I just can't help it. I have a serious problem.

 

I lean in, lips brushing Isla’s ear but loud enough for all to hear. “Shower together again tonight?” I murmur. “I’ll wash your body… if you wash mine.”

 

The tension explodes.

 

I grin, toss my apple lazily into the air, and strut away with exaggerated sway in my hips. Let them watch. Let them burn.

 

I’ll enjoy this last taste of freedom for as long as I can.

 

There’s just one problem.

I still need a Dom.

 

The next two classes—cooking and table manners—drag so long I feel like I’ve aged five years. Isla’s with Daniel, who’s forbidden her from speaking to me. Rose and Ellie keep me company, but their constant chatter about their Doms drains what’s left of my patience.

 

That’s their whole life.

And now… mine too.

 

Our Doms. Our future husbands. That’s all we’re trained to live for.

 

It’s dark when classes end. I lazily walk alone back to my dorm, each step echoing on the marble. A breeze rushes through the halls, raising goosebumps across my skin. No matter the cold, we’re dressed like sex dolls—short skirts, plunging tops. There's no elegance or sophistication. The only warmth comes from the blazers draped over our shoulders, but even those are just another illusion of decency.

 

Our clothes are meant to degrade us girls, and are meant as a control measure for the doms. After all, if they can't resist us in our school uniforms, how will they resist all those sexy women who will try to seduce them later?

 

It's all about control.

 

Then I feel him.

Eyes on me.

 

I glance up—and sure enough, it’s Aiden, locking his classroom. He carries the master keys to the entire academy. There's so much knowledge at the tips of his fingers. With those keys, he can access the library, the archives, even the computer lab. He's free to go wherever he wants to go. No one else has that kind of freedom.

 

Not even the other Doms.

 

He halts. Eyes sharp. Studying me like I’m a riddle he’s desperate to solve. Like I'm a missing puzzle piece. Dark intent clouds his face, but underneath that… What is that?

 

A shudder goes through me the longer we stare at each other.

 

My legs move faster.

 

I pass him on the opposite side of the grand hall, but I feel his gaze trailing over me—slow and scorching.

 

Then his eyes meet mine again. There’s something new there. There's resolve in his eyes. And a flicker of.. Lust?

 

I shudder, picking up my pace, realising it was a bad idea to be here on my own. No girl is ever alone here. Ever. Doms escort their girls. Protect them. Own them..

 

I shake my head with heavy sleep as I turn into my hallway.

 

I stop short when I spot two people.

 

Oh. My. God.

 

It's Henry and Emma. She’s on her knees in front of her door. Eyes closed. Top half-ripped open, her breasts spilling out, nipples barely concealed. And Henry…

 

He’s standing above her.

Jerking off.

 

His fist is wrapped around his cock, and when he sees me, his strokes quicken.

 

It’s the first dick I’ve ever seen in real life, and honestly? I’m not impressed.

 

But I’m too shocked to move. My fingers clench the strap of my bag, feet rooted to the floor.

 

Henry jerks harder, and his jaw clenches as our eyes meet. It's like he's struggling with something. Emma still hasn’t noticed me—her eyes are blissfully shut.

 

I make sure I don't make a sound.

 

I don't want to be found out. Or do I? What do I do?

 

He groans, one hand clutching her head, fingers digging into her scalp. He’s careful not to touch her with his cock, but he’s close. Too close. The tip of his dick almost touches her lips.

 

Henry's lips part as his cheeks warm. His muscles clench as he pumps harder. His fist flies up and down, his hips trembling with effort.

 

Emma grimaces when he tightens his hold, clearly in pain, but Henry doesn’t stop.

 

I swallow thickly, looking back into Henry's eyes.

 

“Fuck,” he mutters when our eyes clash.

 

My lips part in shock.

 

He moans. Loudly.

 

And then—he explodes.

 

White ropes of cum shoot across Emma’s face. It's a lot, and he coats her like a painting. He squeezes the tip, coaxing out every last drop as he moans, still watching me.

 

All I can do is stare. I'm in shock, my mind trying to comprehend the scene in front of me. I've never seen anything like this. Never witnessed something so-

 

Emma sighs, her chest going up and down, and that wakes me up from my trance. I dart to my door, as fast as my feet can move, and flee into my room before Emma can see me.

 

It's going to be hella awkward if she knows I witnessed that.

 

Holy shit.

 

“I can’t believe you did that!”

 

“AAAH!”

 

I quickly slap my hand in front of my mouth and turn with panicked eyes to Isla, who's glaring at me. “I can’t believe you called me out like that in front of my Dom!”