Chapter 55
Lucy
My pen tapped aggressively against the desk King set up for me in his rented office space. I’d thought writing on paper might help with my writer’s block, but the blank internship application continued to taunt me.
To be fair, it wasn’t completely blank. I’d written Artist Statement at the top. And added a bunch of doodles of Felix and Blossom.
I groaned. Why was this so hard?
The internship was an incredible opportunity.
I would spend six months working at a high-end New York City fashion house, getting hands-on experience in design and making connections in the industry.
So why had I spent the past two days unable to complete the application?
Why did the idea of moving to New York City fill me with dread and terror?
I couldn’t let fear hold me back. This was what I wanted.
At least, it was what I should want. What kind of person would I be if I passed this up?
I’d texted all of my group chats after I got the call from Jacqueline, and everyone was excited for me.
But that just made me more stressed, because what if I ended up not even getting accepted after all of this? And what if I did?
“Baby girl?”
King’s voice jolted me out of my haze.
“What?”
A sharp line of concern formed between his furrowed brows. “Come here, princess.” He held his arms out and I was out of my chair and rounding the desk before I realized what I was doing. He pulled me into his lap, squeezing tightly.
“What’s going on?”
I let out a shuddering breath, the tension lining my body easing as I breathed him in. “I’m having a hard time focusing.”
“On the application?” I would have missed the slight clench in his jaw if I hadn’t been watching so closely.
“Just feeling unsettled, I guess.”
Last night at dinner, I asked Leo and King what would happen if I had to move to New York City. Don’t worry, baby. We’ll figure it out. Wilder had been on shift, but I’d texted him and his response had been the same.
But I was worried. Leo and Wilder had jobs they couldn’t leave, and the thought of being apart from them for six months was agonizing.
But if I didn’t get the internship, what would happen with my and King’s relationship?
Would he return to his life in New York?
I doubted my protective alpha would be okay being that far away from me, but I also couldn’t imagine him being happy leaving the city for Starlight Grove.
How long until he got bored with life in a small town… bored with me?
King ran his hand down my back, his touch firm and soothing. “You’re so tense, baby. Does my girl need me to take care of her?”
My cheeks flushed and my pussy clenched. I nodded. Yes, that was exactly what I needed, what I craved. He tugged me closer, his hard cock pressing against my hip.
His lips skimmed my cheek. “Tell me what you need and I’ll give it to you.”
I squirmed as his question reignited my anxiety. I didn’t want to think or make decisions.
King hummed, his eyes locked with mine. “Does my girl want me to take over?”
Relief washed over me. “Yes.”
“Okay, sweet girl. I’m going to give you what you need, but I have some calls to make first. Can you be patient and quiet for Daddy until I’m done?”
I nodded, my stomach fluttering with anticipation.
He leaned over and pulled a pillow out of his desk drawer. My lips twitched. “Should I ask why you have that in there?”
His responding smile took my breath away.
He was so beautiful like this, carefree and happy.
I hoped I had a tiny part in that. “I like to be prepared for whatever my omega might need.” He placed the pillow under his desk and guided me down to the floor until I was sitting on my knees, the cushion supporting me.
I would have teased him more about the pillow, but it was like he had pulled this scenario straight out of my fantasies, so I wasn’t about to complain.
He cradled my face. “Are you comfortable?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good. Take out my cock.”
His voice was stern, leaving no room for disobedience.
Not that I wanted to disobey. I unzipped his slacks and tugged his boxers down until his half-hard cock sprang free.
He scooted his chair forward and his hand collared my throat.
“You will keep my cock in your mouth until I’m done with my calls.
If you let me fall out of your mouth, you’ll be punished. ”
My eyes widened and I pressed my thighs together as slick trickled from my pussy. I licked up a glistening drop of precum before taking him into my mouth. He was so thick that even just the tip was a stretch as I started to suck.
“That’s it, baby girl. If you need to stop, tap my thigh three times. Other than that, I expect you to stay right there until I tell you otherwise.”
I moaned and took another inch into my mouth. King stroked my face for a few more minutes before he removed his hand and placed his first call. I held in a whimper when the person on the other end of the line answered and my alpha started talking about the details of a trademark application.
My eyes drifted shut as I gently sucked, losing myself in the feel and taste of him.
It was dark and peaceful under the desk.
I spent most of my time these days wondering if I was making the right decisions, paralyzed with fear that I was doing the wrong thing.
But right now, all I had to do was follow my alpha’s instructions.
My omega settled as I fell into an almost trancelike state and King’s voice faded in the background.
I jolted when he hit the back of my throat.
I resisted the urge to pull away, doing my best to swallow him down.
King let out a low curse and then his fingers were on my cheek, cupping my head, twisting in my hair.
His movements grew harsh and choppy as he fucked my mouth.
His scent deepened, all the richness of cedar with a bright burst of citrus that made me lightheaded as I gulped thick breaths—all of them at his mercy.
My fingers surrounded his swollen knot. I squeezed hard, pride filling me when King grunted.
He covered up the sound with a cough, and I realized he was still on the phone.
Now I was the one who had to fight to stay silent because my alpha needing me so much he couldn’t wait until he was done with work made me desperate to come.
His cock grew even thicker and his knot swelled, bumping against my lips with every movement.
I hollowed my cheeks, sucking him down harder as he hovered on the edge of coming.
My eyes widened in shock as he gripped the back of my head and thrust fully into my throat, his hands like steel.
My head spun from lack of air, but then he was coming.
Pleasure shot through me like sparks of electricity as I swallowed him down.
My panties were soaked, and I had to clutch his legs to stop myself from shoving my fingers into my pussy to ease the ache.
I pulled off King’s cock, sucking in deep breaths as I rested my head against his thick thigh, barely noticing when he hung up.
He pushed back enough from his desk to meet my eyes with his hard gaze.
“I guess my girl is getting punished.”
My eyes widened. What had I done wrong?
He raised an eyebrow. “Didn’t I tell you not to let my cock out of your mouth until I said?”
My lips parted. “But you came,” I protested feebly.
He gripped my jaw. “Doesn’t matter, baby girl.”
“I’m sorry, Daddy.” My words came out in a hoarse whisper, and my eyes burned with tears. His expression softened immediately and he pulled me out from under the desk and onto his lap. Was he going to punish me now?
“Shh,” he murmured, squeezing me tight to his chest. “I’m just playing, princess. I’m not mad. You did so fucking well.”
Oh. Oh. This was all part of the game we were playing. Fuck, I was being too sensitive. I slumped in his arms, my eyes drifting shut as he slowly ran his hands down my body.
“Better, baby?”
I hummed. “Yeah.”
“Do you want to keep playing?”
If I said no, I knew he would be perfectly content to keep holding me, but I wanted more.
“Yes. But you’re not going to punish me, are you?”
His chest rumbled with laughter. “Nice try.” He pressed a hard kiss to my lips. “You’re definitely still getting punished.” His lips brushed against my cheek, soft and warm. “But you’ll like it.”
My unease subsided now that I knew he wasn’t angry with me. After constantly being told what a disappointment I was by them, I was still scared of rejection. All I wanted was to please him. And Wilder and Leo.
King arranged me so I was standing between his legs. He reclined in his chair and slowly raked his eyes down my body. My cheeks heated, and my nipples pebbled at his close examination.
“Are you wearing underwear?”
Shit.
I chewed my lip.
“Lucy.” His stern voice was almost enough to make my knees buckle.
“Yes. But Daddy…”
He ran his hands up the back of my thighs until he got to my lacy panties.
“I was very clear about this.”
“But I have to wear them,” I protested.
“Why?”
“Because…” My face felt like it was on fire.
He cocked an eyebrow, waiting for my answer.
“It will be too messy if I don’t,” I finally said.
His chest rumbled and he palmed my core. “But that’s not your decision, is it? Your responsibility is to listen to Daddy.” He shook his head slowly. “This means more punishment. I don’t want to have to do this, but you need to learn a lesson.”
I barely contained my eye roll. Of course he wanted to punish me…almost as badly as I wanted it.
He sat back in his chair, legs splayed and cock bulging against his pants. “Give me your panties and bend over the desk.”
When I didn’t move, he said, “Now,” injecting his voice with his alpha bark. Another burst of slick gushed from me at his dominance, and his nostrils flared.