The King's Secret Bride_A Royal Wedding Novella

by Alexis Angel

  “That may be true,” he says easily. “But I still own the joint. You still have to listen to me.”

  “Only if it benefits the company,” I snap again. I keep my aggressive stance, even after he steps back a little.

  He’s looking me over, trying to think of something smart-assy to say, no doubt.

  “So maybe we should have some ground rules for our relationship,” he suggests. He leans on the desk, gloating like a kid at the fair that won all the tickets. “I think it’s only fair since we find ourselves in this predicament.”

  “I release you from my service,” I say.

  I take my hands off my hips, but I don’t step back. I don’t know how he can look so relaxed, just sitting there.

  My nerves are shot, and my pussy’s flaming for his attention. The more he looks at me with those cheeky eyes, the harder I ache inside.

  “Oh, I don’t think it’s going to be that simple. We have to interact, you see. Any dissolution of contract isn’t such a simple matter as speaking it out loud. Even if you release me, I certainly don’t release you. You have to take my orders and do as you’re told.”

  “Then you’ll also have to do as you’re told,” I rasp.

  I’m furious, but I don’t raise my voice. I don’t lose my cool. I’m thinking of hundreds of dirty horrible husband jobs I could make him do.

  He’s no doubt thinking the same thing about my position.

  “Oh,” he says as he grins at me. “I’m counting on it. Last night, you were quite capable of giving me orders. It’s only fair I do the same to you.”

  It’s awful. I feel hot and screwy inside, like I might cry.

  That I refuse to do.

  I was supposed to be making my own way—proving what I could do—not getting caught in some fuck game with the goddamn boss.

  “You know this is my old office, don’t you?”

  “I…” I start. The rest doesn’t come out.

  I did know that, but in the shock of the last few minutes, I’ve forgotten.

  “Do you have any idea how many hot, tasty pieces I’ve fucked right here, on this very desk?” he taunts.

  He strokes the wood gently, and I know my cheeks are flaming.

  I know his rep, of course. You don’t get a job like this without researching the company and its key members.

  “What’s your point?”

  “What makes you any different from them? You begged for my cock just like them. I think you’re enjoying this, all of it—the power struggle, the physical interaction, everything.”

  I step closer to the desk, and he stands up.

  Again, there’s only inches between us. I wish the heat rising off him didn’t make me think about sex.

  Goddamit! I’m supposed to be working!

  He leans close. Our faces are almost touching. I can’t pull away.

  “I’m different from the others because I own your ass. Every tight inch of it,” I whisper against his lips, refusing to give in to the pressure he’s exerting.

  Sure, he’s seen me naked. He’s seen my ‘oh’ face.

  Big fucking deal.

  Now he can see how I strap it on and manage the fuck out of the company he’s been running into the ground.

  “Oh,” he responds, smiling. “Is that so? You own my ass?”

  “That’s right. Every last bit of it and all the rest that it’s attached to. Sure, you might get to give me orders here. Why not? You’re the big boss, and I have to keep you happy. But if you want to run me through shit, then be utterly sure I’m going to do the same to you. I’ll double-check my own contract here, with Ambrose Industries, and I’ll pull you up and make you toe the line on every policy if I have to. I’ll also review the Male Order contract and make sure I put you to very good use.”

  He reaches out and touches my waist.

  I don’t move. I keep my eyes fixed on his.

  “And what if my first instruction was to take care of my great big cock, Kat darling? What if I wanted you to finish me off, right here on the desk?”

  It’s like he can feel my body responding, even though I’m trying so hard not to let it show.

  There’s a magnet pulling us together.

  Maybe just one more fuck…I want to know how it feels when he’s in charge. I want to be taken…

  “Mr. Ambrose! There’s a call!” the secretary barks from the door.

  We step apart quickly.

  “Can’t it wait?” Will asks with a frown.

  “No, sir. We’re about to lose the Paxton account. Someone has to talk to him now!”

  William

  I sit back and observe as Kat has Paxton on the loudspeaker. She’s dealing it out beautifully.

  I’ve never seen anything like it. It’s the perfect blend of firm yet giving.

  First, she asks him what the problem is, wheedling him with a soft, caring tone. When he starts going over the multiple issues to his account, which I deliberately botched to create this exact scenario, she answers him quickly and decisively.

  It’s kind of like watching a dominatrix work, all hard and soft at the same time. She pulls up the file with one hand, looking at the screen as she talks.

  Any issue Paxton comes up with she’s armed with the current issues on the account.

  Here’s the kicker: she knows how to fix it, too.

  With a few neat moves, she works through the file and comes up with solutions I hadn’t even thought of. It seems being a rich little snot has its drawbacks; I was prepared to go out of pocket for the whole experience just because I wanted to see my new CEO sweat it.

  If the whole thing fell into a hot mess, I was just going to replace the funds from my own money.

  Kat’s coming up with shit I couldn’t have thought of. I’m seeing her in a whole new light, and not just crazy fucking hot and wicked in the sack.

  She’s smart—really fucking smart—with business and personal instincts that are actually kind of scary in their accuracy.

  She’s increasing his bottom line while she’s still on the call, switching from that firm, matron-like voice to a schoolgirl giggle. She’s playing the old fuck right into her lap.

  I can see she’s getting off on it, too. Her breath deepens and comes faster, just like it did last night. Her cheeks go just a bit pink, and she starts teasing one lip between her teeth.

  I didn’t think my new CEO could be this fucking good.

  She laughs with Paxton for a few minutes before transferring him back to the main desk to sort out some financial details. She’s sitting in my big swivel chair, making it squeak as she shifts around. She looks up from the screen, seeing me lean over the desk with both hands pressed flat to the wood.

  “Yes, Will?” she calls to me. She’s got that matronly, dominatrix tone again.

  Oh yeah.

  “No, nothing…I just…”

  “You what?” she says, her eyebrow raised.

  Her tone gets sharper as she stares me down.

  “That was actually pretty fucking good,” I admit grudgingly.

  I’m not going to tell her that I’ve literally never been this impressed by another person before…ever. And I’ve met some excellent ones. The other week, I entertained a prince, for fuck’s sake.

  But no one I’ve ever seen compares to the look of her—not when she’s handling money in one hand and emotion in the other. She understands how they’re connected, and she has instincts like a fucking shark. She’s as keen as a knife’s edge.

  Most of the chicks I’ve fucked can’t find their way into their own goddamn shoes. Even the good-looking ones, the smart ones…none of them have ever impressed me.

  Actually, I don’t think any person ever has impressed me.

  But here I stand. Fucking impressed. In awe.

  She’s in her element here, at the top of the pyramid.

  She’s grinning at me. I feel uncertain for a second and step back.

  “What’s the matter, Will? Didn’t think a hot piece of ass l
ike me could put out a fire?”

  I love her smile right now.

  Oh my god.

  I want to fuck her, right now, in the chair.

  Last night, she was a mixture of fire and ice, but I didn’t see this side of her. Not the self-assured, fully confident Kat. The Kat that can also be a kitten.

  I think of her devouring my cock with the same soft look in her eyes as she’s wearing now, and my cock actually hurts.

  What the fuck’s wrong with me?

  “It was a good job, that’s all,” I say.

  I know I’m frowning a bit. I feel like I might be floundering here, and I need to gain some ground.

  “I’ll reward you good and proper when we get home. Extended cunnilingus, or a nice hard fucking?”

  Kat gets up and sashays around the desk. She jumps up on it, swinging her legs a bit.

  “Why not do it now? You want to reward me so badly. Get in there now. There’s nothing I like more after fixing a deal than a nice orgasm.”

  I know the scowl has returned to my face. I’m trying to gain ground here, not lose it.

  “But here in the office, I’m in charge, babe,” I explain as I rest my hands on her knees. “I’ll happily indulge your every whim when we get home. I’ll do anything my little Kat commands. But here in the office, I’m in charge. Not the other way around.”

  I can’t puzzle out her expression. Those golden eyes are wide, fixed on mine.

  Her lips are just slightly parted.

  I can’t tell if she’s for it or against it.

  Fuck it! That doesn’t matter.

  I told her I’m in charge here. That means I am, and I don’t give a good fucking damn what she thinks of it.

  She’s going to get that after-deal orgasm, maybe not the way she wanted it. An escalation of her power and control. She’s going to get multiple orgasms by way of being thrashed by my cock, so help me.

  Katrina

  He shoves me up against the wall and pins me there.

  That doesn’t fucking surprise me, honestly. That seems like a standard move from the sexual arsenal of a man like Will Ambrose: forceful, intense, pushy, and demanding.

  What does surprise me is that I enjoy it as much as I do.

  I’m not the kind of woman who’s easily dominated.

  Like, let’s be real, babe.

  I’ve got the kind of personality that would make a lesser man weak in the knees in all the worst ways. But not Will Ambrose.

  No—if anything, Will Ambrose sees this as a fucking challenge.

  This man’s like a hammer; everything’s a nail to him.

  And when he pins me up against the wall? I know exactly what he’ll be nailing next.

  Me.

  “You’re not wasting any time, are you?” I ask.

  “After that little show? No, I’m fucking not,” Will responds.

  I love the way he challenges me.

  “Right here? In the office?” I ask.

  “Less questions,” he tells me. “More nudity.”

  Will presses his body against mine. He grabs each of my wrists, holding both of them against the wall level with my head.

  He kisses my ear and neck, breathing heavily at the same time. He releases my hands so he can unbutton my white blouse and remove it. He throws it over his shoulder.

  “That’s some bra you have on,” he comments, staring at the white lacy bra I’d bought at a lingerie store last week. “Did you wear it just for me?”

  “You like it, huh?” I smile at him.

  “I fucking love it.” He smiles back at me. “You’re fucking hot in it.” He kisses me on my neck and down between my breasts. “I’m so ready to fuck you.”

  He kisses me long and hard—the same way he kissed me the night before. I can feel his huge cock move under his pants and against the pencil skirt I’m wearing.

  He stops kissing me and looks at me with those smoky fuck-me eyes he has. We’re so close that our noses nearly touch.

  “Is that all you’re going to give me?” I ask.

  If he sees this as a fucking challenge, then it’s game time.

  “Oh, so you’re up for this?” Will says.

  He smiles that shit-eating grin at me.

  “I’m more than up for it, honey.”

  I catch him off guard and move away from the wall.

  “And where the fuck do you think you’re going?” he asks.

  I run around to the other end of the huge wooden desk sitting in the middle of the room.

  I lean against it.

  “So you want to play hard to get. Is that it?” he suggests.

  He smirks at me from the other end of the desk.

  “No, not at all,” I laugh.

  He chases me around the desk twice until he grabs my arm the second time around. This black pencil skirt and my fucking pink heels make it hard to run.

  He grabs a hold of my other arm and moves me back toward the wall. He tries to pin me again, but I manage to outsmart him. I push him to the wall, but not the way he did me.

  He kisses me again. He moves his tongue around and inside my mouth. I can feel my nipples hardening, and that tingly feeling comes between my legs.

  His huge cock moves in his pants again.

  He releases the kiss. He grabs my right shoulder and pushes me down to the floor. I kneel on the floor in front of him—although it’s not easy dressed the way I am.

  I yank his pants down. Then I pull his boxers down, and they fall to his ankles.

  His mighty cock points right at me, like it knows what Will wants.

  I begin kissing his muscular left thigh and then his right.

  His cock continues to get harder and harder. Will grabs the back of my head and pushes me toward his cock.

  I kiss and then lick the end of it. He moans in approval.

  “God. Christ. Don’t fucking stop,” he says.

  I look up and see that his eyes are closed and his head’s tilted back.

  I stick my mouth over the end of his cock and suck on it. I try hard to get as much of it in my mouth as I can. There’s no way I’ll get all of it in my mouth.

  It’s that fucking huge.

  “Oh, fuck,” he moans. “That’s it, baby. Keep going. Just like that.”

  His cock becomes so hard in my mouth. I know he’s about to come.

  And he does.

  I catch most of his cum in my mouth. But there’s just so much, I can’t catch it all.

  Cum’s everywhere—in my mouth, on the floor, on his pants.

  Will grabs my dark hair and pulls me up to a standing position.

  He kisses me hard once again.

  His cock rubs against the outside of my skirt, getting cum on it like everything else.

  Will steps out of his pants and boxers and moves toward the desk. His left hand grabs my right hand, keeping him as close to me as he can. His right hand scoops everything but the phone and the laptop on the other end off the desk.

  “Remember how I told you how many women I’ve fucked on this desk?” he asks and shoves me onto it.

  “Yes.”

  “Now it’s your turn.”

  He unzips the zipper on the side of my skirt.

  He jerks my skirt off me, and then my lacy bikini panties. He stands over me, looking down with that shit-eating grin.

  “I’m going to fuck you till you can’t stand to be fucked anymore.”

  “I’ll believe it when I see it,” I say.

  I’m always up for a good challenge.

  “You fucking asked for it,” he says, still grinning.

  He bends over me and grabs my hands to hold me down. He kisses my neck. Then, he moves down to my bra and kisses my breasts through it.

  I can feel how wet I am between my legs.

  “You can undo the front clasp.”

  I want him to release my tits. I want to feel his tongue move around them.

  My round breasts pop out at him. He kisses them until my nipples are so hard that
they ache.

  “You’re as horny as I am,” he comments. Will grabs the phone and uses the cord to wrap my wrist. “I’m going to punish you for it, Kat.”

  I’m not sure what he’s up to, but I’m sure it’s not something I want to know.

  “Call Paxton back,” he says, binding my wrists with the phone cord.

  “Paxton? Please. I sealed that deal…and if you haven’t noticed, we’re a little occupied,” I say.

  I try to sit up but realize that’s hard to do when your hands are tied above your head by a phone cord. Will dials Mr. Paxton’s number. While the phone rings, he continues kissing down my body.

  He kisses my stomach until he reaches between my legs. He kisses the inside of each of my thighs. The tingly feeling returns to the point where I throb because I’m so aroused.

  I’m even wetter than I was before he started kissing me.

  Will slides his huge cock inside me. He grabs my hips and starts moving in rhythm.

  “Oh my fucking…” I moan.

  “Hello?” the male voice on the other end of the phone says.

  I forget the phone’s cradled between my left shoulder and ear.

  I recognize the voice.

  “Hello, Mr. Paxton. I want to talk to you about the deal we’ve got in motion.”

  “Hello, Ms. Connor,” he says. “I’m more than happy to speak to you about that.”

  “I’d like to increase…” I begin. “Oh, that feels so fucking good.”

  I hold the phone, trying not to let it slide out of its place.

  “What are you talking about?” Mr. Paxton asks.

  I can’t make Will stop, not when it feels so good.

  “As I was saying, I wanted to chat with you about your purchases with Ambrose Industries…oh, more please!”

  “Excuse me?” Mr. Paxton says.

  I can tell he’s confused. But I can’t help it. This sex is so much fucking fun.

  And I’m doing it with the hottest guy I’ve ever seen in my life.

  “I would like to see your purchases from Ambrose Industries quadruple this year,” I begin. “What do you need from me to make that happen?”

  I’m playing this fast and loose—on the phone, anyway.

  I don’t know what Will wants from me, other than my body—my cunt—and watching me fucking squirm while he puts me on the spot.

  “I don’t know about that, Ms. Connor,” he says. “I can’t make any kind of a deal with you until I talk it over with the board of my company. This is a big and important purchase, you’ll understand…”