The Heir (The King Dynasty #1)

23. Every Right

Chapter twenty-three

Every Right

I t's hours later, and we've been fucking for way too long.

I'm sure he was trying to make it to where I couldn't talk, but the minute he took his hand away from my mouth after I lashed out at him for telling me to 'obey,' he decided that was time for me to learn my lesson about insinuating he was some sort of master.

But he's wrong; I am a slave to him.

"You had no-" gasping, I tense up as King thrusts hard inside me, "right." I grit out through my teeth as he begins a slow, pounding pace I fear is meant to punish me.

As he stares into my eyes I notice that his are hardened, cold, as he busies himself battering his flesh into my body. Thanks to his admirations in my office earlier, I'm wet, and the glide is smooth and easy. My body is covered in slight bruises, love bites. Small welts mar my ass cheeks where he's spanked me, turning my flesh a dusky pink .

The way King takes me so unapologetically is the sexiest thing I've ever, ever had the privilege of experiencing. Though, even being fucked like this I need to be heard, need to know that I'm not taking it lying down.

Even though I am. Quite literally.

"No right to do what, little demon?" King says smoothly. "Not inform your friends of what we both know?" His eyes flash as he looks down at me. I bite my lip, trying to look away from him but he keeps me still with a hand cupped around the nape of my neck. The headboard bangs irregularly against the wall, echoing the pounding of my heart. "And what do we know, hm? That you're mine? That your body belongs to me. Your heart belongs to me?"

I swallow hard. "It's only been like three weeks," I say breathlessly.

"It doesn't matter. We both know, so tell me," he says, bending down to my ear. "Just tell me."

My pussy clenches hard around him at his words.

"Yeeaahhhh…. you like it, don't you?" he whispers roughly against my mouth before tugging on my lips. Licking into his mouth I let myself get lost in his taste. "Like me taking control. Like the way I touch you. Need it."

It wasn't a question, the way he phrased it. He was telling me. But I'm nothing if not adamant I'll have a voice no matter what.

"Yes," I say.

A high pitched sound escapes me as he traps my wrists in his hand and pulls them above my head. I moan, feeling a thin soft strip of leather being pulled over my hands and strapped tightly against my wrists, stilling my movements.

Surprising me, he rears back on his knees, shuffles back a little bit, leaving the tip of his dick just barely inside me and grasps my hips hard, yanking me down about a foot, all the way back onto him in one brutal, shocking movement that stretches my arms almost unbearably.

At the feel of how thick he is, how brutal his dick is inside me, spreading me almost as unbearably as the rest of my body is, I scream a long, tortured sound.

Throwing my head back I arch my back off the bed, wailing his name.

My orgasm is even stronger with this feeling of possessiveness he has towards me. My heart races with the knowledge that he had a deeper hold on me than even I knew. I love this man. And with every slide of his skin on mine it gets worse.

"Ah- King … aaaahhhh." I thrash, feeling my hair whisper soft against my face.

I stiffen and pinch my eyes shut, feeling his lips and teeth enclose my sensitive nipple and tug before nibbling. I climax hard, not even able to close my legs against the pleasure, barely even able to clench my pussy down on him he's so big. His hands grab my hips in a firm grip, keeping me pinned down for him.

I'm moaning, whimpering. My heart pounds out of my chest with every suck of his mouth, but yet he works me through it.

King hums deep in his chest. The feeling vibrates through my nipple and down to my clit making me throb even harder around him. "Yeah," he chuckles. "I think you like that very much, huh baby?"

My eyes prick, feeling too much. His eyes are searing into my soul . Does he know how I feel? Can he?

"I can't come anymore," I whimper up at him as I dig my nails into my palm. "Oh, King, please…m-my pussy….I'm…"

He tilts his head and gets a little grin on his face. "What's the matter, Izzy? Tired?"

"I feel like I'm going to pass out."

King's chest flexes as he works to lay down on top of me, smashing my breasts. He brings a hand up to cup my breast and squeezes as he puts his lips to my ear. "Then pass out; let me fuck you unconscious, sweet thing."

I swallow hard, the prospect of this man making me completely lose control ramps up my desire to an almost painful level.

"S-So are you saying…" I fall silent as he sucks my earlobe into his mouth and bites down gently, causing my overly sensitized flesh to break out into goosebumps.

He pinches and rolls my nipple, causing me to gush wetly over his dick. His hand smooths down my stomach and to where we're joined, swirling through our combined wetness, and then to my surprise he goes lower, between the seam of my buttocks and brushes his fingers against my anus.

"I want to fuck your ass, baby."

I stiffen hard, my fingers gripping the leather strap hard at the forbidden feeling. It's foreign yet exciting. The fact that it's King doing this to me makes me even more lustful. My heart races as he brushes his lips against mine, plucking and nibbling. His tongue slicks his way across my plump bottom lip, our breaths mingle intimately.

"King," I whisper. My eyes widen, feeling his finger circle and massage the tight rim of my ass. I sob, the feeling of giving myself over to him is overwhelming.

To give myself over to him in this way when I couldn't even tell him I loved him doesn't feel right.

My nails dig into the flesh of my palm, and I fight the desperate feeling swelling through my body and rendering me momentarily incapable of speech.

"Shhh…" he whispers, barely pressing. I groan as the tip of his finger sink past the tight ring of muscles and we both st ill completely at my sharp inhalation of breath. I jerk, feeling his thumb nestle in between the lips of my sex and circle my clit, just making me feel.

I futilely yank at the leather binding my hands, wishing to touch him, to feel his muscles moving under my fingertips. My body mists with a fresh coat of sweat and for a tense moment we're just staring into each others eyes as my breasts heave into his calm chest. I'm under a spell, lost in the depths of his gaze when it happens.

"I love you," I say. His eyes stay steady on mine, his fingers even steadier. But what's not steady is his chest.

Which hardens against mine.

King's breath hitches before washing over my face in a rush, almost as if he was holding a deep breath. His eyes crinkle at the edges, the abandon I see in them is what want for myself. My neck arches as he suddenly sinks his finger deep inside me, and the harsh rumble that leaves his throat steals my breath and makes me weak.

He lowers his head to my neck and laps a hot lick up my throat before bending to my ear. "Are you only telling me this because I've got my finger in your ass, love?"

My throat tightens as he begins to thrust in and out slowly, causing me to lock my ankles against his backside but it's no use. His hips prod against mine and he presses even deeper into me, stuffing me so full that I'm not sure how I'm even able to get all of him inside me.

"No, I'm not."

"You want to know what I think?" King breathes into my ear before moving lower and capturing my aching nipple into his mouth, causing me to cry out as he simultaneously sinks both his finger and his dick as deep as he can. He raises his head, his lips tugging hard on my nipple before releasing it and then pins me with a stare. "I think you've loved me for as long as I've loved you. It was all in your body language, beautiful. "

He drags his dick through my swollen, abused tissues before thrusting steadily, the smacking sounds of our flesh making me blush somehow even more fiercely than before. Shaking, I exhale raggedly as I feel his skin begin to heat against mine, and my legs tremble at the onslaught of my orgasm, coming hard.

My vision goes hazy. "King, I really think- I think I'm going to pass out…" I whimper.

King's lips graze down to my jaw and then lower, until he brushes against the sensitive skin of my neck. "You know what to do, let it go." He latches onto my neck, right over my pulse and sucks hard. My entire body jerks as if electrocuted and that does it for me; I suck in a deep breath, his finger and his dick moving inside of me unrelentingly.

The overstimulated muscles of my vagina ripple around him, and I whimper, once, twice, my muscles tightening before loosening into nothing. The last thing I see before darkness is the hard muscles of King's shoulders bunching and flexing as he works himself inside of me.

I'm gone.

When I wake up a few hours later it's quiet in the little blue bedroom, aside from the gentle roar of the fireplace. I look over, seeing King sleeping peacefully next to me. He's on his back, an arm tucked behind his head, his broad chest rising and falling rhythmically. Sweetie is perched on his chest as usual with her head tucked under her arm.

Every sensation hits all at once and I tense, pulling my knees up to my chest and rocking for a second. My body hurts. Sore, from the hours of physical strain he'd put me through. Relaxing my legs, I lay there for a second wondering if he continued to fuck me after I passed out .

I hope he did.

The thought thrills me, as does other thoughts.

The fact that King used my body, continuing to pleasure us both even after I was unconscious, and how safe I feel with him telling him I love him. Ironically, despite my unique situation, it makes me feel a renewed sense of freedom I can't say I've felt….ever.

Another sensation that hits me is that I'm clean. My skin is also moisturized as well.

Rolling over to my back I stretch and then get out of bed, padding my way through the door and into King's room, briefly wondering why he hasn't insisted on me joining him in his bedroom. I head to the restroom to relieve myself, and it's then, while I'm scrunching my curls with my hands in the mirror, idly admiring my wedding ring, that it hits me like a ton of bricks.

I haven't started my period.

I freeze, catching my eyes in the reflection of the mirror as my heart literally free-falls into my stomach so hard I'm dizzy. Slapping my hand against my mouth I stumble to the toilet, falling to my knees and barely make it before I'm expelling the contents of our dinner from the night before.

I shiver, grasping the toilet seat hard with thoughts racing through my brain at the insane possibility that I could be pregnant.

How could I be so stupid to have overlooked the fact my period hasn't come when it should have came on at least two weeks ago?

Dry heaving, I whimper into the toilet bowl, feeling like I'm fighting for my life as my body strains despite the fact there's nothing left to upchuck. I flinch hearing King come into the room, dressed in a pair of sweatpants and nothing else.

"Isobel?" King says softly as he kneels next to me and helps to pull my hair back. "What's the matter, sweetheart? "

Cracking my eyes back open I heave a deep breath, unable to talk. His eyes are filled with nothing but concern as his hand roams over me, stroking my hair and down my back in long, soothing motions.

I lay my head rather weakly on the rim of the toilet and try not to let myself feel embarrassed. We're married after all; he might be seeing a lot worst. At the thought, I moan weakly, seeing his arm reach past my head. He peels my cheek off the seat and gently cradles me to his chest, before he closes the lid and flushes the toilet.

"I dunno….might be food poisoning or something." It's a bold face lie and I know it. He strokes my cheek before picking me up bridal style, carrying me out the little toilet closet and into the main restroom. "Teeth." I implore.

He sits me on the vanity and watches patiently with a hand on my knee as I violently scrub my teeth. His fretful behavior is endearing, and I wonder at how natural this feels to him, or if he struggles with being attentive? I don't think so. I spit, rinse my mouth and then turn to the mirror where I balk and cover my face with my hands.

"King, what the fuck?" I groan. Tentatively peeling a hand away from my skin, I lament at the state of my face. My face is slightly clammy and my color is washed out, but it's the little dots that adorn my entire face that give me pause. I burst blood vessels in my face with how sick I was. "Oh my Godddd," I say weakly.

I hear the water start back up and King steps into me, tugging my hands down before I feel a cool, wet cloth pass over my cheeks and forehead.

"I should take you to the doctor, make sure you're okay," he says quietly, and the concern in his eyes takes me back. My eyes flicker up at him, knowing that he's probably right, but not for the reason that he thinks. I pause, not sure how ready am I to share this with him, that I could be pregnant .

"No… I'm fine. I don't go to the doctor for every little thing. I'll drink some broth, and go in a little late today. I feel fine." Other than the soreness from the rough sex we'd had last night, I'm telling the truth. "I really think maybe the food didn't sit right with me."

King stays quiet, assessing me thoroughly.

Bending, he picks me back up and carries me to his bed before laying me back down. "I'll be back in a minute. I'm going to grab you something light for your stomach. Are you sure you're okay for me to leave?"

I nod. Burying deeper into the pillows and blankets I take a second to smell his bed. It smells like him, though the scent isn't as strong because he's been in my bed for the most part. "Yes, I'm okay. I promise."

He brushes his hand down my hair before getting off the side of the bed and leaving the room, giving me just enough time to have a miniature freak out. I need to schedule a doctor's appointment. Flopping over to my side, I reach for my cell and call my gynecologist, praying I can make an appointment for today. Thankfully the office answers quickly, and when I tell them how sick I am, explaining how my face is broken out in blood vessels, and how I need an emergency pregnancy test they get me in right away.

Blowing out a relieved breath, I take the opening in the afternoon right before the office closes, hanging up quickly just as King walks through the door with a plate of grapes, cheese and crackers. "Thank you," I say quietly, reaching out to squeeze his wrist affectionately as he puts it down on my nightstand.

I'm distracted by the sight of his rippling muscles, and for a moment, I'm just staring. Only able to snap out of it when I see his eyes fall to my phone still clutched in my hand. My heart skips a beat as I literally see the thought that he wants to go through it so I put the phone down slowly, trying not to act suspicious .

Popping a grape in my mouth, I chew. "I'm about to get ready to go in. I'm late, but Blair can handle everything for an hour without my presence I think." Making conversation while trying to cover up why I had my phone while not lying. Will he buy it?

King's eyebrow arches. "I don't think you should go in." Folding his arms he continues to stand there and stare with a gaze so piercing that I begin to panic. Does he know? He can't know, not before I'm sure.

I take another couple of grapes to try and stuff my mouth before standing up. "I'm going to get dressed," I mumble through a mouthful of food. "Excuse me." Before he can say anything I go into the closet to pick out something to wear, settling on a simple pair of black slacks and white fitted tee.

"Hey, Isobel." King stops me with a hand on my elbow just before I go to walk into the bathroom. I pause, not wanting to meet his eyes but knowing if I don't it'll seem even more suspicious. "What is it going to take for you to stay home today?"

I frown. "On my second day in the office? No! I can't be seen looking like a slacker. King… stop worrying," I place my hand over his and rub gently. "I'm really ok, so, you don't have to hover over me. I know how to lay down if I don't feel good… I promise I'll have Xavier bring me straight home if I'm not feeling well."

Pulling away, I walk into the bathroom and brush my hair into a high ponytail. And though I don't feel like it, I resign myself to putting on a very light cover of makeup. As I work, King shaves, staying quiet.

Half an hour later we're in the car, headed to the office. I look over at him and place my hand on his face, smoothing my thumb over his cheek. He's been attentive the forty minute drive to the office, smoothing his hand down my hair, rubbing my knee affectionately. He pulled me over so I could rest my head on his shoulder and I'm thankful for the peace he gives me.

Our eyes meet and I melt.

"I love you," I whisper, and with the words I see a weight lift off him as he visibly relaxes. It's like he's tense, needing verbal confirmation of my love for him.

"I love you, too," King murmurs, leaning down to kiss me. It's then, when his lips are so soft against mine, that I almost break and tell him what I suspect. But unfortunately old woulds surface, making me hesitate.

Realistically, despite how he says he feels and how enamored we seem to be with each other, I'm still trying to get to know this man.

In the elevator heading to my floor I remain quiet, needing time to come to terms with the fact that I might be pregnant with his baby, when it hits me. How the hell am I going to evade Xavier?

Looking out the side of my eye, I try and figure out a way out underneath the eyes of my body guard. "Hey King, I don't think it's necessary for me to have security while I'm at work, especially when I'm in the office. Maybe Xavier-"

"Security is non-negotiable Isobel, you know that." King cuts me off, and I can tell it makes him weary that I'm constantly talking about the staff. Complaining about them, if I'm being honest.

"But in the office though?"

"Hm-hm. In the office too." I bite my lip as the elevator smoothly rolls to a stop and then King pulls me to him, grabbing a handful of my ass and kissing me deeply before letting me and Xavier off. "Bye baby, I'll be checking on you."

I turn to walk through the foyer and seeing Blair I smile. "Hey chica, good morning. Do you have any other applicants listed for me?"

Blair stands, smoothing down her red pencil skirt. "Yes ma'am. And I got a tea for you as well." She comes around the corner with a stack of envelopes and a tall cup with a lid. The kind action makes me melt, and I take it from her with a little smile.

"Oh Blair, I don't expect you to get me drinks and stuff…" I say softly, but even though I wasn't expecting it, the gesture warms me more than I'd like to admit. I'm still a little queasy from this morning and my thoughts won't stop racing. "But I really needed this. What a morning," I mumble as we make our way into my spacious office. I have the same view King has, and the knowledge makes me giddy.

"Well." Blair sets the stack of folders on my desk and we both sit, sipping our tea. "I think you'll find that there's a lot of promising candidates in here. New to the business and needing a chance, just as you requested."

Grabbing the folder off the top I nod, "Great, lets begin with…. Laura." I quip, taking out her resume. "She looks promising."

Blair smiles and we spend the next few hours going over candidate after candidate, calling everyone in for an interview for the upcoming week. Working through lunch, we both look up when Xavier knocks on the door with an order of soup and crackers for us both, a considerate gesture from King.

"Ma'am, Mr. King asks you to please check your phone, and to take a second to eat."

I give him a playful smile. "Xavier, you've been reporting back to him all day, haven't you?" I tease, shaking my head but it really doesn't take me by surprise.

I stand up and stretch. Excusing Blair I finally look at my phone, seeing a couple missed texts asking me how I was feeling, and if I was okay.

"Yes, I'm ok. Thanks so much for the soup baby, Blair and I appreciate ya! How's your day? -Izzy

Sitting back down, I open up my soup and see a fragrant broccoli and cheddar soup that makes my mouth water. Picking my phone back up I text him again before he can respond.

Did you have lunch? -Izzy

In no time at all I see the three dots appear letting me know that he's typing me back.

I'm having the same thing you're having. I would have come down to join you but when I was free Xavier said you and Blair were knee deep in picking candidates so I decided to not barge in. -King

He sends me a smiley face and to be honest, the simple admission that he cared enough to give me space to do my job strikes me as incredibly thoughtful, in stark comparison to the other ways he's single-mindedly barreled into my life and taken over.

Well that's sweet of you King, thank you for allowing me space. Speaking of, I have an appointment in a couple hours that I need to leave for. I'll be back in time for Dennis to drive us home. -Izzy

Where are you going? And, what kind of appt? -King

I nervously nibble my lip. I should have said I had to meet with a client or something, but Xavier would have ratted me out in a heartbeat, then King would think I'm lying, or worse, trying to scheme to get away. I've just acknowledged my feelings for him, I'm not going anywhere.

It's my obgyn appt, you know, women stuff. -Izzy

He's typing for a minute before the message comes through.

You didn't tell me that you were going to the doctor today. Let me cancel my evening meetings. I'll take you.-King

No. No King please don't do that, it's not necessary, it's just routine. I don't need you there while she's got me in stirrups with all the little instruments. Please don't. I want to maintain some sort of sexy integrity around you.-Izzy

You know that wont bother me. What kind of instruments-King

Well, it bothers me. Sharp ones. Scrapy ones. And besides, they won't let you in for that anyways. Ask your mother if you don't believe me. -Izzy

…scrapy? Hm. Sounds…painful. So how long before we can have sex afterwards? -King

Spoken just like a true man. I should be good tomorrow. And besides, you didn't get enough all night? -Izzy

Google said you're having a pap smear then? And Isobel, it's never enough when it comes to you. Ask your doctor if I can suck your clit then at least, since I won't be able to stick my dick in you. -King

KING! I am not asking her that. Of course you can, silly.-Izzy

I blush. Oh my God. He's googling my symptoms? I'm oddly impressed, and curious at the same time, because this tells me that he's not been in a romantic relationship long enough to know what constitutes a pap smear. After another couple minutes the dots appear.

Oh my God… baby….that's what they do? They literally scrape your cervix? -King

He sends me a shocked emoji followed by a sad face one making me giggle.

Yes, with no pain medicine. It's very medieval-like, that they subject us women to this kind of torture without any sort of relief. -Izzy

Oh no. -King

I go about the next hour sending design estimates to Fabian, who thanks to King's meddling, didn't notice my absence. I'm contemplative on the way to the doctor, asking myself that if my suspicions are true, do I tell him right away? What do I do?

What I do know is that baby or no baby, I need my mother and sister at the very least. This thought brings me comfort and silences the whispers inside my head that tell me that this is too soon.

An hour and a half later I'm in the stirrups doing a pap smear anyways since I don't really want to lie to my husband. What I hadn't considered, however, was how tender I'd be considering our rough lovemaking session just early that morning.

I tense, hissing. "Owww."

"I'm sorry, ma'am." My gynecologist, Dr. Linda, tosses me a quick apologetic smile before adjusting the lights and leaning back down between my legs. "I'm trying to be gentle but there's quite a bit of swelling…"

I blush, rolling my lips.

"Have you been sexually active lately? You have some minor tearing though nothing major. The swelling, though, is quite strenuous," she mutters almost to herself.

"Uhm, yeah…. I have."

"Well, I'm only asking because the last couple times you've been in here wasn't like this, and I want to be sure nothing else is going on."

"I got married about a month ago to a new man, not the person I was with during those other times." I bet if I look in the mirror, my face would be fire engine red. "S-Sex is very different with my husband than it was with my ex."

"A good thing?"

I pause. "Very."

Dr. Linda throws me a smile. "Good. If the swelling is a thing that you're anticipating experiencing frequently, I suggest a medicine to help. Now, I'll send this sample off to be tested. You're free to put on your clothes and while you're getting dressed I will look at the results of your pregnancy test. It should be ready."

I nod, taking my feet out of the stirrups and then sitting up, wiping myself with the wet towel she hands me. I dress quickly, anxious for the results; however, I don't have to wait long. A few minutes later I'm in the chair meant for guests, not the client table, when she comes back in with a sheet of paper.

"Mrs. King, I come back bearing news."

I blink, not responding because I already know in my heart. I just need a health care professional to validate it for me. Why I've always been this way, I'll never know. But at some point, I need to learn to trust in my gut instinct.

"You're pregnant, Mrs. King." Her eyes are kind as she looks at me.

I inhale. My lips parting as I take in the confirmation.

What do I tell King? More importantly, when do I tell him? My heart breaks as I fear that he might not want this. He didn't sign up for a baby… not in the first six weeks of kidnapping me.

As I walk out into the waiting room and see Xavier in a seat looking up at me from a magazine, my hand settles on my belly as I let myself think of a future where I have my own child to protect and love. I stand for a second and let myself explore for the first time having something for myself that I truly desire.

I want this, with or without him.

But, I can't help but want him to want this too.

We make our way into the elevator and I'm silent the whole way down, carrying the weight of this alone, wishing I would have been brave enough to bring King with me so that I could get a good look at his face in front of the doctor instead of waiting until I was home.

A plethora of emotions swamp me, quickly becoming overwhelming. Once outside I climb into the waiting car, lowering my head into my hands and cry, uncaring of Dennis in the front seat.

God, what do I do?

Am I doomed to repeat history all over again with my own child, giving them a father that won't be present? Or worse, a father who hates my child because he didn't want them ?

"Ma'am, are you okay?" Dennis asks softly, looking at me in the review mirror.

Sniffing, I rub my hands down my cheeks and heave a deep sigh. "Yes, I just need a minute. Can you just sit here for a bit? I'm not ready to leave yet," I say in a hushed tone, wiping my eyes and staring out the window, trying to hide my crying.