The Heir (The King Dynasty #1)

21. Payback

Chapter twenty-one

Payback

A t the sight of my husband's hungry gaze my heart bangs hard.

I have half a second to process the carefully veiled danger and desire in his eyes before he's on me, snatching me to him by my elbow and kissing me with a passion so desperate that it forces me to bend back, arching my breasts into him. His hand comes up and squeezes one before his fingers search, finding my nipple and pinching it through my top. I inhale sharply, wrapping my hand around his wrist.

My pussy slickens before clenching hard.

God I want him so bad, but here? Where staff is running around?

Correction, only three staff: my temp assistant and our two guards, who have to know what we're doing. His hand leaves my breast to travel up my neck and to the side of my face where his fingers encompass my cheek, curling to the back of my head .

"King- wait a second," I mumble against his lips. "I want to show you my office."

He's groaning, sweeping his tongue through my mouth and sucking my lips.

Seeing he's not relenting, I lower my hand between us and cup his erection, feeling he's rock hard. I squeeze firmly, making him jerk in my hand. King growls, taking a handful of my ass and yanking me to him so violently I'm momentarily picked up off my feet.

He pulls back just a hair, giving me a second to breathe. "Do you like your office, baby?" Then his lips are back on me.

"Seriously?" I giggle. "Why ask me a question if you won't let me answer it?" I manage to get out somehow as he's tilting our heads so he can get even deeper.

Fuck, the way he's kissing me is so erotic.

"Because you're not going to answer me with your words. You're going to get down on your knees like a good girl, open your mouth, and let me fuck your face as a thank you."

My heart draws to a dead stop as his lips leave mine, and the absolute unhinged desire in his eyes makes me drunk on want. I lick my lips, arching a defiant eyebrow. "Right here?" I whisper, bringing my fingers up to caress my lips. "I don't know, the staff might hear us."

His eyes watch me carefully, they're hooded with desire, the irises cold as ice. "Hmm-hm. Right here. But first, I'm going to get that pussy nice and happy before I tear your throat up."

He begins to strip me. Pulling off my pantsuit, he flings it across the desk, picking me up to face my office chair with my back to the door and places me on the desk.

I giggle. "You're so adventurous, King," I whisper.

"Well, I might not be able to fly you into the sky and fuck you in the clouds, but I can be just as exciting in other ways. "

King slips off my panties and makes me lean back, scooting me to the very edge of the desk before he sits in my chair and then flicks me a look. "Ready to go to heaven, baby?" He arches a brow and gives me a wicked smile before lowering his head to my throbbing flesh with a chuckle.

I cry out at the first warm lash of his tongue. Grabbing my ankle, he bends my knee back and then outward, opening me up wide for him. He tilts his head and licks deeper before settling his lips around me and sucking hard.

"Oh God!" I whimper, lowering myself to my back and biting my lip.

He's supposed to be taking me to heaven, but ironically King's mouth feels like hell. Tongues of fire licking at me. Torturing me. My brows furrow and I roll my head as he thrusts two fingers inside me, setting a hard, merciless rhythm that brings me quickly to the brink.

King hums against my clit, lashing a few times at the tip before biting, startling me so bad I toss my head back. Shuddering, my eyes open and I freeze. My whole body tenses up and I break out into a mist of sweat right as I make eye contact with Christopher. Who's standing in the partially opened door with his right arm in a cast.

Oh. My. God.

I can't move, think, or breathe. I can only stare as Christopher's eyes meet mine.

A million emotions flash in them before they narrow in anger.

My hands grab King's hair tightly and my eyes widen. Just as I'm getting ready to unlock my vocal cords to tell King we have an audience, he begins moving more urgently. Growling erotically. Smacking on and off my abused clit in a harsh demanding tempo that has me falling over and shattering into a million pieces .

Closing my eyes, Christopher disappears as I arch hard, wailing King's name. But it's no use, he continues viciously eating my pussy like it's his last meal and he's been starved.

"King, noooo!" I plead brokenly, seeing as he's determined to see me break again under him.

I think he loves eating me out a little too much.

I try to close my legs and wiggle away from the intense pleasure, but he jerks me back, holding my legs far apart with both his hands and persists. I whimper, feeling myself squirt and hearing it drip to the floor between us. When I look back behind me, Christopher's nowhere to be found at this point, but King won't stop.

My legs begin shaking, and as I pulse hard under his administrations, my fingers curl around the edge of my desk tightly and I hang on as he literally pushes me with all his might into my next orgasm.

I can't even scream, I just jerk, feeling his lips keep my clit trapped as he drags his tongue repeatedly against the tip of it, keeping me on fire for him. After a few seconds he releases my flesh with an audible pop before kissing the inside of my thigh. I'm weak, boneless as I just lay here panting on top of the desk.

I'm not sure how he's supposed to get a blow job from me because I'm so relaxed I can't do much.

"Perfect, you're so perfect. Now I can maneuver you how I want," he grits out, standing up.

My eyes narrow slightly as his hands come up to loosen his tie, ripping it off his neck with a sharp slice through the air. I cry out as he turns me to my front and yanks my hands behind my back, tying my wrists together.

My eyes go wide as I turn to look over my shoulder, seeing him watching me stoically as he binds me tight so I can't wiggle or move my wrists at all. "You wanted him to watch, for him to see you do that to me. You're so fucking arrogant, King!" I say haughtily through my heavy panting as he picks me up and sets me on my feet.

"Uh-huh," King grunts before shoving me to my knees. He sits down in my chair, pulls me between his legs and then slaps my cheek with his dick. "He got an eyeful while I got a mouthful, and now it's your turn. Everyone's happy. Now open up."

I barely get my lips parted before he sinks all ten of his fingers at the back of my head and then jerks me on him, hard.

I moan at the perfect, clean taste of him as his shaft flows over my tongue before gagging as he hits the back of my throat. He pauses as I whimper. He's spreading my lips wide, my jaw is stretched as far as it can and it's a bit uncomfortable. Which is sad, because I actually love sucking dick, and I adore the taste and smell of him.

But he's a little too big for this to be pleasurable for me.

Whimpering again, I work to lick the flat of my tongue on the underside of his shaft, but he's not letting me off him. Keeping himself shoved a good several inches in my mouth, making a mix of his semen and my saliva drip down my chin.

Fuck I love it.

"I get it, baby, but you're going to have to learn. Because I'm eventually going to want to go all the way down. But right now, I need you to just breathe and relax your throat as much as possible."

I pull against his hold on a moan and begin bobbing my head, gagging with every downswing, trying to force myself to get used to the thickness of him. I relax my tongue and shove forward slowly.

God, if I vomit on him I'll never live it down.

I whine as he presses against the ring of my throat, stilling for just a second before pressing another inch deeper, drawing a strangled scream from me. Desperate, I swallow around him on a low glug sound, feeling more saliva drip down my chin. I've never given a blow job this messy before.

But then again, if you think about it, everything between me and King is messy.

King grunts and then suddenly stomps his foot, startling me and making me yank off him with a high pitched sound. Tears are streaming from my eyes as I look up at him, offended, but he's quickly soothing me, rubbing his knuckles across my cheek as he looks down into my watering eyes.

"Goddamn . I'm sorry, baby. Natural reaction because that felt amazing." He gives me a little smile, smoothing my hair back from my face tenderly. "Cough, it'll help."

Obediently I cough and then swallow, feeling the thickness of his salty precum coat my throat, hopefully slicking the way for him.

I lean forward and trace the heavy veins of his cock with my tongue, giving myself a break and time to relax. I begin to suck him in again, trusting his hands on my head to keep me balanced as my arms are tied back and I can't use them to help leverage. I sheathe my teeth, suck in my cheeks, pressing him to the roof of my mouth as hard as I can and making sure every bit of my mouth is touching him.

If I can't take him down my throat right now, I still want to make it good for him. He deserves it, after spoiling me with an entire floor for my business. I'll gladly suck him off every day for the rest of my life just for that gift alone.

As I'm tugging at him, sucking him down for all I'm worth, I think about how he's told me he loves me.

"Mmmmm…." I moan as I'm treated to another spurt of precum. "You taste delicious," I whisper, catching his eye and licking the end of his dick like a lolipop. I wait until another drop of precum appears at the tip before swiping it up slowly with my tongue, then sticking it out to show him.

His chest shudders as he visibly stops breathing, and his face hardens as a muscle ticks in his jaw.

"Swallow it," he growls.

Grabbing my chin and leaning down he kisses me hard, barely giving me a chance to comply before his tongue is swiping in my mouth before pushing me back down on his dick. I go happily, praying he gives me more cum. God it's so nasty, I love it.

I love we can be dirty like this together.

This man is perfect. And though I'm working him for all I'm worth with my mouth, he's caressing me just as much. His fingers glide through my hair, a fingertip strokes my brow and his hand settles on the side of my head. His thumb flutters over my ear, tickling me and making me laugh around him.

King hisses, and a harsh sound leaves him as his hips jerk.

I can tell he's exercising an extreme amount of control to not mindlessly thrust himself in my mouth. I bob for long minutes, extending it out just like he does me.

My lungs are full of the scent of his hot, sweaty skin, his precum, the perfect taste of his dick.

The only warning I have that he's close is when he bands his hands around my head then pulls me off to the tip, making me bounce my mouth on and off his tip over and over for long minutes. We stare at each other, enraptured, refusing to break eye contact when I hear it; his lips part and a low whimper escapes his throat, making me so fucking excited I almost have another orgasm just from the fact I can do this to him .

Loud slurping sounds fill the air as I work him desperately, and suddenly his thighs tighten, as does his fingers holding me completely still with my lips flush around the tip of his dick.

Taking a page out of his book I wink at him before nibbling hard, stroking the flat of my tongue hard against him.

King jerks in my seat, throwing his head back on a desperate groan, his chest and stomach heave as he blows inside my mouth. And it's so much that I can't swallow it all. I pull back and tilt my face up. I need this man to come on my face almost like I need my next breath of air. And boy does he oblige. I close my eyes, feeling the warm, wetness splash against my cheek, across my nose, my mouth.

His hips settle back onto the seat. We're silent, both breathing hard as we look at each other. My eyes fall down to his dick before widening.

He's still hard. Oh my God.

I frown, feeling kind of hurt.

King tips my face up, swiping his thumb through the mess on my lips. "You're so goddamn beautiful, Isobel. My pretty, wife. You're absolutely radiant with my cum on you like this. Do you like it?"

I nod my head, feeling his cum drip down my chin. He looks at me with such tenderness my heart squeezes scaring me.

I think I might be falling in love with this man.

What is he doing to me?

"When I take you home, I think I'm going to give myself permission to fuck that pretty pussy 'til she can't take anymore."

I blush hard at his praise, letting him untie my wrists where we go into the bathroom- my office has a bathroom, yay - where he wets a washcloth and carefully wipes me off. Taking a lot of my makeup with it unfortunately .

"You don't need that shit anyway, baby. Your skin is so perfect, you're glowing." His head tilts as a thought enters his head. "You know semen's good for the skin?"

Laughing, I snatch the cloth and turn to my circular mirror, leaning in so I can wipe the corner of my eye. "Yes. I bet that makes you happy doesn't it?" We share a look and that squeeze in my heart gets deeper as he presses his front to my back, wrapping his arms around me and holding me close.

He presses a kiss into the side of my neck.

I blink back tears, because he looks like he's holding back from saying something to me. And I wonder if it's him trying not to tell me he loves me.

I know men don't like rejection and can often get an attitude, especially once their ego is involved. I keep my head down, rinsing the wash cloth under cool water and wringing it out while I take my time thinking. "King, I-" I turn, smoothing my hands up his chest before placing a hand against his cheek. I bite my lip, swallowing the words back.

I don't think I'm ready to say them, no matter how I feel. My eyes rise to his.

Peeking through my lashes I hesitate.

"What is it, baby?" His eyes flicker between mine as his thumb strokes my neck softly where he holds me, always holding me cradled in his hands like I'm precious to him.

"Thank you so much for the office space. It means so much to me," I whisper, feeling ashamed.

Because what I want to say is: I love you, you and mean so much to me. But apparently, I'm a coward. And to make matters worse, King gets a look of disappointment on his face that he tries to quickly mask. It's gone so quick that I tell myself maybe I imagined it. But no, I know what I saw.

"You're welcome. I'm glad that I could finally do something to make you happy."

My eyes flit up to him and I scrunch my nose on a frown, slapping his forearm lightly. " You make me happy!" I admonish, seeing him tilt his head and arch a brow at me.

"Do I?"

"Yes!" I gasp, my head recoiling as he just stares at me. "Stop it, King! Yes, you do!"

"Hm," King says, stepping away from me and then leading the way out the bathroom. He grabs my outfit and proceeds to help me step in it.

"What do you mean 'hm?'" I bite out, "What's hm?"

I don't like it. That one sound just ramped up my insecurity to uncomfortable heights.

"Nothing, baby, it's just an acknowledgment is all." My eyes flicker back and forth as he stands behind me, does up my bow, and kisses me on the back of my head.

"I don't like it," I whisper, feeling hurt.

"What was that?" King's voice is distracted sounding.

I look over my shoulder. "I said I don't like it." I turn to face him, seeing him take a deep breath. His color is going down, his flushed skin going back to normal after what we just shared. Ironically that pisses me off, too. I want him to walk out of here with everyone being able to know that I just had King's dick in my mouth.

"Okay…" he says slowly. "What can I do to fix it?"

Well, I can't very much say "take me outside and fuck me in the street for everyone to see that we belong together," can I? So I say the next best thing. "I want us to go to dinner with my girlfriends. They were asking to see me, and were curious about you."

He gives me a wicked smile. "Now, what on God's green Earth is so interesting about little old me?" He chuckles, putting his arm around my shoulders and leading me through my office doors and down the hallway. The entire office is a blank slate, just waiting for me to put my touch on it.

"Shut up!" I tease him, rounding the hallway that dumps out into the reception area next to the boardroom. Blair stands up from her seat at the receptionist desk and hands me a folder.

"Here you go, ma'am. Here's a list of potential candidates for receptionists. I compiled a list of twenty-five based on their resume and experience. I just need your approval on which interviews to schedule."

Taking the folder I smile and open it up right there at the desk flicking through for a minute. "Blair," I say, spreading out a few of the papers. I feel King looking over my shoulder next to me. "These are all… extremely well qualified people who have been in the business for like…" I flip through more of the papers. "Twenty years?"

She nods with a sober expression gracing her features."Yes ma'am. We want the best of the best."

"Okay I mean…I get that but…" Tucking the folder under my arm I look up at her. "Do me a solid and find one receptionist who knows her shit, and let's hire a second one that needs to learn the ropes who can benefit from the experience and tutelage of a well seasoned receptionist. Can you go back to the drawing board tomorrow and find some applicants who are maybe needing help, someone to take a chance on them? We're not that big yet that we need two fully experienced staff like that. "

Blair flits her eyes to King before looking back at me with a slow smile. "That sounds like a wonderfully thoughtful idea, ma'am. I sure can. I'll have more names for you tomorrow."

"Thanks, Blair. I appreciate all your help." She nods her head before going back to her screen. I tap my fingernails on the desk, getting her attention back. "Uhm…Blair, go home. You're done for the day."

"Oh, I just assumed because you and Mr. King were here late that you…" Her voice trails off as I try my damndest to bite back the smile taking over my face.

"No, Blair, there's no reason to be here past five-thirty at the latest, unless we have clients here or I say otherwise. Go on and get some dinner. I'll see you tomorrow, nine okay? We're just getting started so, no reason to be here at the crack of dawn."

"Yes ma'am, see you at nine." Blair laughs and then begins packing her bag.

King and I walk towards the elevators where Gustavo is waiting patiently in a chair, reading a tech magazine. At our approach, he stands and keeps his face averted respectfully.

"Gustavo, alert Dennis that we're going out to dinner," King states simply, ushering me into the elevator in front of him with a hand at my back. "Where are we going?" he asks. "Is it good food at least? Tell me it's good food."

"It's some sort of Irish place, I think Tiffany was saying. Famous for their sausages."

"Pity, considering you just indulged in one." King's head tilts and his eyes roam smoothly down my outfit, making me gasp.

"Don't be a freak, King!" I admonish, placing my hand over my mouth and looking over in shock at Gustavo who's ignoring us as usual .

As we plunge down to the first floor, an awkward silence swells between the two of us. I can't help but feel like something's off with King that I can't place. Hopefully some good food and even better company will help.