Chapter 13
Iworked at the club last night and was fucking miserable the whole time. I love the club, just like I love the restaurant, but working overnight has seriously lost its appeal. It doesn’t help that Alex made sure to keep me in the loop with just how wonderfully his night was going.
The asshole.
I sat up in the office and ended up jerking off twice to the pictures. It was hot as fuck but not at all as good as the real thing. I’d spent most of my time in the office when I wasn’t checking in with staff or helping at the bar during the biggest rushes, but even that wasn’t what it used to be.
Women and men alike tried to get my attention, bought me drinks, or asked me to dance.
Some who were a little more confident offered sex or even a blow job in the bathroom.
A few months ago, I would have jumped at the chance.
I’d had so many blow jobs all over this damn bar, but now the idea of anyone but Kat with their mouth on my cock makes me feel like I need to shower.
I’m well and truly pussy-whipped, and I’m not even upset about it.
Pussy-whipped might not be the right name for it, though, because it’s more than just sex with Kat.
I’ve never felt like this before, not even with Natasha, and for a while there, I thought she was my fucking soulmate.
I was devastated when she left, but if she showed back up right now, I probably wouldn’t even recognize her.
Love.
I’m pretty sure I’m in love with Kat.
Damn.
The night drags, eventually turning to day, and I wrap up.
Helping with the cleanup, then taking stock and placing this month's order. It’s not something we have to do.
I know our managers can handle it, but we haven’t been as present the last few weeks when everything hit the fan, and I feel like being around helps business.
That’s a lot of how my father and Alex built their name; they were, and still are, involved.
I regret the decision as soon as I get home and find out that Kat isn’t here.
I’d looked forward to spending time with her all night, even if just to cuddle up and watch one of those princess movies with her and Addy.
“Why is she at the office?” I ask Alex as I collapse onto the couch opposite his favorite armchair.
“She might have finally caught on to his…tastes.”
What?
The confusion must be clear on my face because he rolls his eyes and tosses his phone onto the coffee table that sits between us.
I see the picture even before I grab it, and damn, that’s a sight.
Kat is on her knees under the desk, her pretty pink lips stretched thin as she attempts to swallow every inch of my father. There’s just a hint of tears gathering in her eyes, and I can imagine the sounds she’s making. As if that’s not enough, she appears to be wearing a dress.
I toss the phone back to him with a grumble. “That’s unfair. I worked all night only to come home and find not only her gone but also get teased by my father… What even is my life?” I collapse back onto the couch, tossing my arm over my eyes as exhaustion creeps up on me.
“Don’t be such a baby.” I flip Alex off, leaving my arm over my eyes. I hear him moving, and I know he’s grabbed his laptop when I hear the click of keys. Time for a nap, I guess; it’s not like I have anything better to do now.
Oliver has Addy and Ruby outside, and while I could join them, I’m not sure I have the energy right now. Yeah, a little nap will help pass the time and keep me from being dead on my feet all day.
I’m right there, seconds from sleep, relaxed and calm before I hear it. It’s just enough to pull me back, a sound I would know and crave anywhere.
I bolt upright and look around, but still it’s only Alex and me; his laptop sits on his knees, and whatever's on the screen has his full, undivided attention.
He reaches for the glass of whiskey that sits on the table beside him and tips it all back in one shot. Instead of putting the glass down, he holds it in his hand, resting it against the arm of his chair as his knuckles turn white.
“Fucking asshole,” he mutters, his eyes still glued to the screen, his pupils steadily growing wider by the second.
Well, that’s unusual.
I push to stand, moving around the table to see what I’m missing when his phone vibrates against the wooden table it still rests on.
Thanks for the present, brother. Enjoy the show.
Everything clicks, and I damn near trip over myself as I rush to stand behind Alex and get my eyes on his laptop.
He snaps it closed just as I reach him, and I get the briefest glimpse of Kat on her knees under his desk.
Fuck.
That’s all it took. I’m harder than steel and damn desperate to see more.
“What are you doing?” I heave a sigh of equal parts annoyance and arousal.
Weird combination, but I don’t hate it.
He doesn’t answer. Instead, he pushes to stand, tucking his laptop under his arm before adjusting himself and moving toward his office door.
I move to follow him, and he doesn’t say anything against it, so at least there’s that. Not that it would matter; he doesn’t get to keep this kind of thing to himself.
He moves to his desk and flicks on the TV as I stand watching, confused as fuck.
“Well, close the door. The last thing we need is little ears or eyes seeing and hearing what we're about to watch.”
Ah, that makes sense.
I scramble to close the door and turn one of his chairs to face the TV. It doesn’t get much use, if any, but this one time will make it worth it. I hear him plug in the laptop and watch, so excited I can hardly contain myself as the picture flicks to life on all fifty inches in front of me.
My eyes devour the sight of her, watching how she reacts, my cock weeping, begging to be freed, but I’m transfixed, damn near drooling.
He isn’t even fucking her yet. He’s got her so on edge she’s shaking, and all of that is only from two fingers buried in her sweet little cunt.
“I don’t know if I’m annoyed that I dressed her and sent her off to be fucked, or I’m excited to watch her take the punishment for it.”
Dad’s got a thing for anything over the knee—boots, socks, you name it; he likes it. Something Alex is very aware of and apparently had no issue taking full advantage of.
“Both,” I say, my voice coming out in a strangled husky whisper as my eyes remain glued to the screen.
I hear the unmistakable sound of his zipper and kick myself for not having done that already as well.
There’s no sound, sadly, but I’ve always had a good imagination, and I swear I can hear her soft moans and gasps as he pushes her to her limit. Kat’s eyes screw shut, her jaw slack in a way that has me wishing I was there to fill it for her.
The camera angle is from the side and high up on the ceiling, not the best view, but still plenty enough to push me to my limit with her.
Still, he’s not fucking her, and while I’ve pulled my cock from my pants, I refuse to touch it until he’s inside of her. He’s weeping, throbbing, and so damn hard I could probably cut glass, my balls tight and ready to blow my load, but I ignore it in favor of her.
Finally, after what must have felt like an eternity to Kat, my father pushes to stand, crowding over her, making her look so fucking small that my cock twitches and I’m forced to grip the base to stop with a strangled groan.
Seeing the stark difference is so exotic. Her size, coloring, and timid nature make her seem so innocent, and despite our attempts, we have yet to corrupt her. I’m not sure we ever will, if I’m being honest.
But I have no issues pumping her full of my cock and cum and trying for the rest of our lives.
“Fuck, he could devour her,” Alex hisses, his voice breathless, and I grunt in agreement because I’m not sure I’m capable of words right now, and also I’d forgotten he was even here.
I know the moment he finally pushes into her, not only because of the way her face twists up and eyes screw shut as her fingers grip the desk like her life depends on it, but also by the way he moves.
His fingers grip her hips as her feet come up off the ground, her toes curled as his head falls back; all the tension he usually carries falls away as he pounds into her hard enough that I wouldn’t be shocked if they managed to shove that near five hundred pound desk across the room.
I’m aching; each swipe of my hand over my cock feels magnificent and empty at the same time.
I want to feel the way her pussy is gripping him; no doubt her thighs are gripping him too as she writhes and makes the most sinful sounds.
If anyone else were on the floor, I’m sure they would hear her. Maybe we should look into soundproofing the offices… But then again, maybe not.
I hear Alex as he finds his release with a loud curse, and I’m right there, teetering on the edge as I grit my teeth and try to wait.
“Fucking hell, Kat,” I grunt, catching my lip in my teeth as I continue to pump my cock at the same pace he fucks her on the screen.
It keeps on for what feels like forever, and I’m so close to losing my resolve, to blowing my load, but I’m stubborn, and I know it will be so much better if I get to come with my girl.
I’m about to have no choice when Father leans in, bracing his hands on the desk on either side of her head.
He whispers something in her ear that pushes her right over the edge, making her eyes roll back in her head as her body shudders at the force of her orgasm.
He moves impossibly faster, pulling back to slam into her and find his own release with her, and I come so fucking hard that the room blinks out of focus for a moment.
My breath comes in gasped pants, cum covering my lower stomach, still dripping from my spent cock, but despite that and how bone-deep tired I am, it still twitches at the sight of her. She looks seconds from sleeping, and she’s a fucking mess, in the most delicious way.
Father leans over her, gently peppering kisses to her throat as she lies boneless on his desk, a spent smile pulling at her lips from his attention.
Lucky fucker. I’ll never look at his desk the same, and I know he won’t either, not when he got to have her like this.
What a perfect picture they paint.
She’s fucking perfect.
Our Queen.