Kevin, as he learns more about Sam's duties

Kevin made his way into the cafeteria, feeling like the king of the entire school. Hell, if he wanted to, he probably could literally make himself the king of the school. But he was a humble man: he didn't need everyone to worship him. The redhead hanging off of his arm was more than enough for him... for now, anyway.

Because the best part about unlimited power? You can change your mind about whatever you wanted, whenever you wanted. Like how he decided to replace the obliviousness of Jessica's wet pussy with acceptance and, from the fairer sex, desire. Just seeing how much Sam enjoyed herself when tasting her juices was enough to let him know he made the right choice.

Speaking of taste, he was ready for a meal of his own. Getting in line under the large 'Go Tigers!' banner hanging on the wall, Kevin couldn't help but notice whenever someone glanced in his and Sam's direction. Though really, it stood out all the more to him how many other students weren't looking in his direction. Usually someone like Samantha Mason hanging out with someone like him would be the talk of the entire school, and her clinging to him the way she was now would make the rumor mill go even crazier with whispered theories as to what he was blackmailing her with. But other than the occasional look of recognition from someone when they got close, everyone was treating the entire situation as... well, normal. It was one thing when students brushed off Mrs. Cooper getting several decades younger and changing outfits right in front of them, but for some reason this felt even less real to him, almost because of how otherwise normal everything looked to him. Kevin might have found that funny if he didn't feel like he would wake up any second from this dream he was currently living in.

Getting his food, Kevin started walking to his usual table near the back of the cafeteria, but was stopped by Sam shouting at him, "Hey, wait up! I'm still getting my food!"

"Oh, sorry," he said to her, turning to watch as she paid for her own meal, "I'm just not used to... I mean I forgot we were..."

"You forgot?" Sam asked incredulously, walking up to him, "How could you forget? We eat together almost every day!"

"I..." Kevin started to say, but he couldn't think up a decent excuse.

She led him to his usual table with a look of concern, "What is with you today, Kevin? You've been acting weird ever since first period, like you're perpetually lost or something."

"Yeah, you could say that..." Kevin said as he sat down, a little amazed at how close Sam actually was to the truth.

To his surprise, Sam not only sat right next to him, but scooted over to his side and put a hand on his forehead, "Are you coming down with something?"

"Maybe..." he said, feeling a bit awkward that the girl was apparently checking his temperature in front of everyone.

"Well, you aren't running a fever..." she said with a frown, "But just in case, I should call my Mom and let her know I can't make it today. If you really are getting sick, I don't want to just leave you to suffer alone."

"You'd really do that for me?" he asked, "Why?"

"Because I'm your concubine!" Sam replied, swinging one of her legs over his lap and embracing him, "I'm your lover first and foremost of course, but that doesn't mean that's all I do. If you're feeling bad for any reason, I want to do whatever I can to fix that, even if that means being your nursemaid when your sick, or a shoulder to cry on when you get rejected by a girl. I'm here to comfort you, in every sense of the word."

She picked up a chicken nugget from his tray and held it in front of his mouth, "Here, maybe having some food in your stomach with help you feel better. Open wide."

Not quite believing what was happening, Kevin opened his mouth and let the cheerleader hand-feed him. He chewed and swallowed, then said with a grin, "You really go above and beyond to do that, don't you? Making me feel like goddamn royalty over here."

"To me, you might as well be," she said, taking a second nugget to feed him with, "Ever since my parents decided to give me to you, they pretty much drilled into my head that my life revolved around yours. And, well, if I'm being honest, being around you so much has made me a bit attached to you. So maybe I do a bit more than-"

"Whoa, hold up," he said after swallowing the second piece of food, "Your parents? They put you up to this?"

"Well yeah," Sam said, blinking, "I mean, it's not like it took much convincing on their part. I was practically begging them to let me do something to pay your family back for saving my life."

Kevin so badly wanted to ask how his family saved her life, and why that would make them want to give their only child away to be his concubine, but he was worried that if he did, Sam would legitimately think he had brain damage. Which to be fair, he might as well, given that he had absolutely no memory of the new reality he had been plopped into, but he didn't want to upset her or otherwise ruin this moment. He made a mental note to look into it later, preferably a time when his high school crush wasn't straddling him and feeding him chicken nuggets. Because hot damn did this feel good.

After letting Sam hand-feed him for a bit longer, he said, "I guess I'm just a bit taken aback at how much you care about me."

"Just because you're my owner doesn't mean I can't also like you as a person," Samantha said, "To be honest, I'm not sure if you and I would be together if I hadn't become your concubine, but I'd like to think I would. I can't even imagine being with anyone else... well, unless you wanted me to, that is."

"Never," he said, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her close, "You're all mine, and I'm keeping it that way."

"Even if it's a three-way with Mrs. Cooper?" Sam teased, "I've seen how she looks at you, and from what Jess told you she noticed too. Your teacher wants that 'D', bad."

"Well, if I'm there watching you make out with another woman, I guess it doesn't count," he said with a grin, "As long as I get my turn with you two."

"Your needs always come first," she said with a sultry tone, hoisting herself onto his lap fully, "Just say the word and I'll do whatever you want, whenever you want, to satisfy your needs. Hell, if you wanted to fuck Mrs. Cooper by yourself while I'm locked in the closet fingering myself, my only question would be, 'should I wear a gag, or would you rather hear me moaning?'"

"And if I told you to strip naked and grind your cunt on my leg in front of everyone, right now?" he asked, "Would you do that?"

Sam responded by grabbing the hem of her top and start pulling it up. Kevin grabbed her wrist to stop her, "Whoa whoa whoa, I was kidding!"

"Just wanted to be sure," she said with a laugh, "That'd be one hell of a reason for detention though, wouldn't it?"

"Yeah it would," Kevin said, laughing along with her. After a moment, he said, "Hey, uh... if you still want to go spend the afternoon with your parents... you can go ahead and do so. I don't mind."

"Are you sure?" she asked with a frown, "I mean, I don't want to leave you alone if you aren't feeling well."

"I'll be fine," Kevin said, "Besides, it'll only be for a few hours at most. I can probably keep myself entertained for that long."

"Really?" Sam said with a smirk, "You aren't worried I'll take the chance to run away from my horrible owner and never return?"

"If you did..." Kevin teased, grabbing her wrists and pinning them down on the table behind her, "...I'd hunt you down and fuck you back into submission."

"Oh no, Kevin please!" Samantha squealed playfully, "Don't pin me down and rail me with that giant dick of yours! My poor little pussy is too sensitive to handle it! I'll never be able to pull myself off!"

"Like you'd ever want to," Kevin said with a big grin.

Sam responded by passionately making out with him for almost half a minute before pulling back just enough to say, "Fuck no I wouldn't. You're the first and only man for me."

"Glad to hear," Kevin said, letting go of her arms and leaning back, "But for now, I'll be happy with you just continuing to feed me."

"Whatever you want," she says, reaching behind her to grab another piece of chicken to feed him. For the rest of lunch, Kevin let Sam feed him (and herself) from that position, thanking every god out there that he was the lucky bastard who managed to get his hands on Jess' ring and make his wildest dreams a reality.