chapter 5

Chapter 5

Class ended, and the chatter of students filled the hallways as everyone rushed to the cafeteria. I scanned the room until my eyes landed on him — King Alaric Mercer. Calm, composed, still bandaged from the previous day, completely unaware of the stir he caused.

I leaned back in my chair, a smirk tugging at my lips, and called out, “King! Stand up.”

He immediately rose, obedient as ever, eyes soft and calm as he waited.

I gestured toward our lunches. “Bring both of our trays over here. Sit with me.”

He did so without a word, placing the trays carefully in front of me. I patted the chair next to me with a commanding air. “Sit.”

The students around us noticed, murmuring under their breath. King’s calm obedience only made me smirk wider.

I picked up a fork and, in a tone low, firm, and undeniably dominating, said, “Feed me.”

King obeyed immediately. No hesitation, no pause — just steady, quiet obedience as he lifted a bite to my lips.

Everything was calm… until a pair of flirtatious eyes appeared at the edge of our table.

Shylie. She was giving King all the obvious, flirtatious glances she could muster. My eyes narrowed.

I leaned slightly forward, voice sharp and cold. “Leave.”

Shylie tried to act casual, a smirk on her lips. “I just came to see King…”

My patience snapped. I grabbed the milk from our lunch and poured it over her head. She screamed, the liquid soaking her hair and uniform. Crying, she ran away, leaving puddles behind her.

I turned to King, my eyes blazing. Without a word, I slapped him across the cheek.

“Why didn’t you chase her away, huh? Didn’t you say you like me?” I demanded, voice cold and fierce.

Before he could react, I grabbed his jaw, forcing him to look directly at me. My presence was sharp, dominating, impossible to ignore.

“You are now my slave,” I said, low and commanding. “I don’t want to see any girl near you. Ever. Do you understand me?”

“Yes,” he replied quietly, calm, steady, obedient.

“Good,” I said, releasing him, my dominance settling back into my posture. I returned to my lunch. “Continue feeding me.”

He did, immediately obeying, precise and steady, following my instructions as if nothing else in the cafeteria existed.

A subtle thrill ran through me, a sharp satisfaction at the way he followed without question. My smirk deepened just slightly — the power, the obedience, the complete control… it made my chest tighten in a way that was almost addictive.

Around us, the cafeteria buzzed with whispers. Some stared in shock. Others murmured in sympathy, confused at why a boy like King would let a girl slap him and control him, knowing fully well he had the perfect build to fight back. But he didn’t resist. He just obeyed.

I stared at the gathered students, eyes sharp, letting them feel the weight of my presence. Slowly, murmurs faded, and they dispersed back to their tables.

King continued feeding me, calm, obedient, and entirely mine.

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