Chapter 6
CHAPTER SIX
By the end of the week, Daisy stopped expecting to leave on time.
The expectation itself had begun to feel na?ve, like a habit she’d outgrown without noticing.
Mr. Blackwell’s meetings ran late. His calls overlapped.
Tasks stretched longer than they should have, expanding to fill every available minute.
She only did the things he gave her. When she glanced at the clock now, it was only to mark how much time remained until he decided otherwise.
Her phone rang at six-thirty.
“Come.”
The quiet of the office made Daisy’s skin prickle with awareness.
Gone was the gentle hum of conversations, in its place the steady thrum of the building’s systems. She gathered her things, slinging her purse over her shoulder.
Her footsteps were just as hushed as she went to Mr. Blackwell’s office.
The dark night glittered beyond the windows, the only light from a single lamp on his desk spilling across the neat, orderly lines.
“Close the door,” he called, not looking up from where he was bent over the contract she’d brought him earlier.
Daisy eased the door shut, the click of the latch echoing in the stillness. As he dragged his attention away from the papers, he waved two fingers at the chairs before his desk.
“Sit.”
Releasing a shuddering breath, Daisy took the offered seat, purse perched on her knees.
The silence stretched, long past awkward and into something that felt almost comforting.
Mr. Blackwell stood, coming around his expansive desk to stand in front of her.
Not leaning against the edge as he normally did, but close enough she could smell his cologne, woodsy and spicy.
Daisy had to tip her head back to meet those startling blue eyes.
“I’ve been thinking about you.”
Something low in her belly tightened, that inexplicable heat pulsing between her thighs as she sucked in her lower lip between her teeth.
“Not just here. Outside of the office.”
“Sir—”
“King,” Mr. Blackwell murmured, fingers tracing along her jaw. “When we’re alone, you call me King.”
Daisy’s lips moved over his name, tongue forming the word. It felt strange in her mouth. Too intimate. Too vulnerable. Unable to find anything to say, she nodded.
“You don’t make plans without clearing them first,” he said, shifting a little closer as his touch lingered on her face.
Keeping silent once more, Daisy gave another nod.
“You don’t decide what’s best for you.”
Throat constricting, Daisy managed a weak, “Okay.”
Mr. Blackwell—King’s hand closed over her wrist, tugging her to her feet.
Daisy sucked in a deep inhale, taking in his intoxicating scent.
Confused by the heat exploding low in her belly, she brought her chin up to meet his gaze.
Knowing she should pull away, to tell him to let her go, she remained before him.
“I don’t understand what’s happening,” Daisy mumbled.
“You don’t need to,” King said, pulling her closer still.
As tears overflowed her lashes, spilling down her hot cheeks, he curled his arm around her. Brought her in close until her damp cheek was against his chest. Before her tears had even petered out, he was pushing her away from him, setting her against the edge of the desk.
“I need you to be quiet for me, baby girl. Understand?”
Giving a terse nod, Daisy sucked in her lower lip once more, stifling her hushed sobs.
Withdrawing his heat and presence, King moved away from her. His footsteps carried him to the door. Panic flared at once, then left in a sudden rush as the click of the lock echoed through the empty office.
He wasn’t leaving her alone.
Heart slamming against the back of her ribs, her bosom heaved with her quick, shallow breaths. Damp heat gathered between her thighs. Slick moisture coated the petals of her flower, soaking her silken panties. Made them swell and part with every shaky breath.
Daisy didn’t understand what was happening to her body. She’d never felt anything like this before. Flushed all over, the heat gathered within her in heady waves.
King stalked back towards her, his shoulders wide enough to block the city lights beyond the windows.
Crisp white shirt stretched over carved muscle.
Sleeves rolled to show thick forearms. His six-pack abs shifted beneath fabric when he moved.
So much larger than her in every way. His stiffy strained the front of his tailored trousers, a thick pole tenting the material.
The mushroom head was outlined even in shadow.
Huge. Her two small hands would never meet around it.
“Kneel, princess,” King said, voice a distant thunder. A command wrapped in velvet.
Knees buckling before she could even decide to obey, Daisy whimpered as she fell to the floor.
The carpet was rough against her sensitive skin even with the thin barrier of her skirt to protect her.
From where she sat, her face was level with his belt.
As he came ever closer, the smell of him invaded her senses.
Rich, musky. Saliva pooled in her mouth, throat working to swallow it down before she could embarrass herself.
Standing so close to her, King curled a finger under her chin, tipping Daisy’s head back until she met his stern gaze.
“You’ve never had a cock in that mouth.”
It wasn’t a question, but Daisy gave a faint shake of her head anyway. She’d never had anything, not even a simple kiss. The thought of his warm penis on her tongue sent an electric pulse crackling down her spine.
Prying his belt open, the buckle jangled as he slid it free of his trousers. Tossing it aside, he unfastened his pants, slinging them low on his hips. With swift, efficient movements, his tie came loose, his shirt divested to be tossed away.
Gaze hungry for the rippling muscles of his torso, Daisy whimpered once more. King bent close, thumb on her lower lip as he dragged it free from her teeth.
“Open for me, baby girl.”
Lips parting, Daisy’s tongue peeked out as she flattened it. Opening wider for him as he pressed harder on her lip.
“That’s it, good girl,” King murmured as he fed the thick mushroom head into her mouth.
The taste of him exploded over her tongue, salty and hot. Velvet wrapped steel. She moaned around the intrusion, the sound vibrating up his pole. Fingers clenching in her locks, he dragged Daisy down his throbbing member.
Her throat opened for his meat as if it had practiced for years.
No gag. No panic. Just slick wet heat swallowing him inch by thick inch until her nose pressed to the crisp hair at his base.
His nuts rested heavy against her chin, full and drawn tight.
Daisy hummed at the intense sensation of being so full with him.
Her tongue rippled along the underside before she suckled the thick vein pulsing there.
“Fuck, princess,” King growled.
He held her there for a long stretch of moments.
Impaled on his boner, Daisy strained to breathe through her nose.
The withdrawal was a slow creep, dragging out of her throat until the fat helmet stretched her lips.
Plunging deep into her again, she swallowed convulsively around his thickness.
He thrust again. Deep. Hard. Fucking her throat like a second channel.
Eyes watering, tears slipped down Daisy’s cheeks.
She didn’t care. She wanted more. Needed the stretch.
The burn. The proof he owned every inch of her.
King pulled free with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting them. Lips puffy and swollen, chin slick, Daisy pouted at the loss.
“Up.”
Without giving her time to obey, he hauled her up to her feet. Spinning her around, his palm between her shoulder pressed her flat to the desk, his other hand at her hip jerking her back. Papers scattered as Daisy was jostled when he wrenched her skirt up, bunching it at her waist.
As his foot kicked her legs wider, cool air kissed her damp thighs.
King took hold of her juice stained panties, ripping them away with one forceful pull.
With a rough palm, he cupped her flower, fingers parting her moist folds.
King’s thumb brushed against her button sending a shiver racing down her spine.
“So wet already,” he rasped, voice darkness and gravel. “Glistening peach just begging for it.”
Two thick fingers plunged inside her velvety channel. Stretching her around him, his digits curled. He ground against a hidden spot that made her hips jerk. Wetness gushed around his knuckles. He pumped once, twice, before withdrawing.
“I’ve never—”
“I know, baby girl. Just take it.”
The blunt head of his quivering member notched at her tight entrance.
King gave her no warning. He didn’t ease inside of her.
He thrust hard and fast. Huge. Brutal. Bottoming out in one savage stroke.
The mushroom head kissed her cervix sending a cocktail of pain and pleasure colliding through her.
Daisy cried out as he ripped through her virginity, hands scrabbling over the polished wood.
Withdrawing almost to the tip, King slammed back inside of her.
Heavy nuts slapped her button with every punishing drive.
Though the pain was immense, Daisy couldn’t deny the pleasure slowly taking hold.
Obscene wet sounds filled the office. Her tunnel fluttered around him, trying to grip his rod, but she was too full.
Every plunge stretched her wider. Every retreat dragged delicious friction over swollen tissues.
His palm cracked across her ass once. Twice. The slap of his hand brutal. Heat bloomed beneath her flesh, a delicious ache.
“Mine,” King snarled against her ear before grazing her neck with the sharp edge of his teeth. “My perfect little virgin. Not anymore.”
He fucked her harder. Faster. The sturdy desk creaked beneath the violence of his pounding. Shoving her sweater up her body, he mauled her tits. Finding her pebbled nipples, he twisted them hard enough to make Daisy keen.
Heat gathered low in her belly. A dull warm pulse in the cradle of her hips that spread outward in heavy waves. Each deliberate thrust seared her slick channel. Built the ache higher. Daisy’s breath hitched as her fingers curled against the polished wood.
His other hand stole between her and the edge of the desk, finding her throbbing bud. Rubbing swift, vicious circles over it until Daisy writhed.
The pleasure built, gradual but relentless.
The pain of his meat stretching her wide for the first time ever still lingered.
Every stroke pushed her higher. Every grind against her bud sent sparks skittering up her spine.
Her channel fluttered. Squeezed around his pole and milked him in tiny greedy pulses.
Low growls grinded from his throat, his rhythm faltering for the first time.
Daisy whined, biting hard at her lip to stifle her sounds.
Straining to be quiet as he’d told her to be.
When he pinched her taut bud, her hips jerked back to escape the flash of pain only to drive him in even deeper.
Grinding his fat helmet against that soft place inside her that made stars burst behind her eyes.
A flash of heat stole through Daisy. Again and again.
As if he knew what was happening to her body, King thrust harder.
Faster. Driving into her over and over again until the desk creaked and moaned beneath them.
His hand worked her button in swift, merciless circles as he crushed the head of his pole against her womb.
The orgasm slammed into her. Her warm cavern spasmed.
Clenched hard around his thick length. Womb fluttering wildly, violent pleasure ripped through her in one shattering rush.
It exploded from Daisy’s core, seizing her limbs.
Her eyes rolled back in her head. A strangled cry tore from her throat.
His name, broken and raw. She sobbed it into the wood beneath her tear-streaked cheek.
“I’m going to come inside you,” he rasped. “Fill this girl hole that waited just for me. Mark it. Claim it. So you’ll always feel me dripping out of you.”
King growled and buried himself to the hilt. Hot spurts of cum bathed her channel. Flooded her depths and coated her walls. Her sheath quivered around him. Milked every drop. Drew him deeper while aftershocks rolled through her in slow, shuddering waves.
Daisy trembled beneath him. Slick and spent. He stayed buried inside of her flower. Throbbing. Filling. Claiming.
Time blurred. The thick relentless heat inside her all she was aware of. The slow grind of his hips keeping himself seated deep. The heavy press of his body pinning her to the desk.
“That’s a good girl, kitten,” King husked against her ear as his weight settled against her back.