by Nichole Rose
Her nails dig deeper into my skin, bite harder.
I spread her cheeks apart and tongue her there too, claiming that little hole as mine just like the rest of her. She is mine. I think she knows it too. She gives herself to me without reservation, without shame, letting me eat both little holes until my boxers are damp with the cum dripping into them.
"Jared," she gasps, trembling right on the edge. "Jared, I'm…I'm…"
I already know she is.
"Come," I demand, clamping my lips around her clit.
"Daddy!" she screams. That single word echoes around the room, blending with the distant strains of music to create a carnal song that I won't soon forget. What little sanity I had left vanishes, ripped away as that title settles in place deep in my soul.
If this little princess wants a daddy, I'll be the best goddamn daddy on this planet. I'll be the only daddy she ever cries out for. This little princess is mine.
I drink her down my throat again and again. Consuming her. My cock screams for relief as she sobs her ecstasy, writhing where I have her pinned between my face and the wall. I ignore him, pushing her until she dances that razor's edge between pleasure and pain, her clit so sensitive the slightest touch has her trying to climb up the wall away from my mouth.
I push her over the edge again, with my tongue buried in her cunt and my fingers digging into her plump cheeks. She rides my face to the very end, shouting daddy so loudly I'm sure the students in the main hall probably hear her. Let them hear. Let them know that their autocratic, asshole King has toppled from his throne…willingly supplanted by a curvy little princess with heaven in her eyes and fire in her soul.
Chapter Three
Caroline
"You look incredible when you're coming, Caroline," Jared murmurs, nuzzling his face into my throat to place a searing kiss against my sweaty skin. I'm seated in his lap, straddling him. I have no idea how I got here. The last thing I remember is a bomb detonating inside of me, causing an avalanche of bliss to crash down on me.
I called him daddy.
Part of me is afraid to lift my head to look at him, afraid to see the judgement and censure in his eyes. The other part clings to his broad shoulders, not wanting to let go. No one and nothing has ever made me feel as utterly adored as Jared does. I don't want this magical night to end.
I can take care of myself, but something about letting Jared do it feels right. So much so that it's a little terrifying. I think it might break my heart if he's disgusted by what I said.
"Come home with daddy," he whispers, almost as if reading my mind.
I lift my head, my shocked gaze meeting his somber one.
His mossy eyes flit across my face. There's a gleam of satisfaction in those green pools, of pride. I think…he's glad I called him that.
He feels it too.
My fear unravels, blown away just that easily.
"You want me to come home with you?" My hand, in a total disconnect from my body, reaches out. My finger strokes his cheek, in the same spot the little divot appears when he smiles. The stubble on his jaw scratches my skin, sending a delighted shiver through me.
"More than I want to breathe, princess," he says, turning his head to nip my wrist. "I need more time with you. A few stolen hours aren't enough. I want you in my bed, in my house."
I want that too. With a desperation that's foreign to me. Somehow, this incredible man has ensorcelled me, coaxing out the wanton, wild woman who wants to spend the night lost in him, who screams for daddy and loves it, but…
"I can't," I whisper, regret heavy in my voice. "I want to more than anything, but I promised my sister…" I bite my lip to stem the flow of words threatening to spill forth. The ones that tell him I lied about my name…that I'm not even supposed to be here tonight.
Whoever he is, he isn't a student. Which means he probably works here. If I tell him the truth, I make him complicit in a stunt that could very well get me and Kennedy both expelled. I can't do that to him.
He sighs, sending fine strands of my hair dancing all around my face. "I don't want this to be over."
"Me neither." And I don't. I really, really don't. Nothing has ever felt this right or natural to me before. I bite the tip of my tongue, thinking. "Maybe…maybe we can see each other again?"
"Is that what you want, sweet baby?" he asks, cradling my face in one palm. His perceptive gaze rolls over me, searching. "You want to see me again?"
"So bad," I whisper, tears stinging at my eyes as a wave of longing rises up and crashes over me. Maybe this is crazy, but I feel connected to him in a way I never have before, like he's a piece of me, something important.
The tenderness in his smile steals a little piece of my heart. The relief in his eyes steals my breath. He really does feel it too.
"Then we'll see each other again." He seals his promise with a lingering kiss, and then he groans as if he's in pain. "Would you think me desperate if I ask to see you tomorrow?"
"No," I whisper. The thought of not seeing him for even that long is a stinging bite.
His lips curve into a relieved smile. That tiny divot appears. "You are not what I expected to find here tonight, Caroline Kennedy."
"Neither are you."
"Why did you come if you didn't want to be here?"
I watch him for a moment, deliberating over how much to tell him, eaten up with guilt that I've lied to him. "I have to tell you something, but you can't ask me any questions, okay?"
"Tell me."
It's no request, but a demand, softly spoken.
"My name isn't Caroline Kennedy."
"I know."
"You do?"
A soft puff of laughter escapes his lips. "You're a terrible liar, princess."
"I didn't want to lie to you, but it's…complicated."
He doesn't like that much. His brows pull together into a fierce glower. "Is someone bothering you? Making you do something you don't want to do?"
"No," I hurry to assure him, not wanting him to think the worst. "Of course not. It's nothing like that. I just agreed to help my sister fix something her jerk of a professor almost ruined. But I can't tell you what. Oh!" I whip my head around, looking for a clock, but of course there isn't one in here. There's no furniture at all. "What time is it?"
"Close to midnight," he says, lifting his arm to check his watch.
Already? It seems as if we've only just found one another.
"I have to go! My sister…"
He doesn't ask any questions. He kisses me on the cheek and then wraps his arms around my waist, picking me up as he climbs to his feet. He makes it seem effortless. I slide down his body, shivering when I feel his erection against my center and then my stomach. He feels it too and groans.
I stumble before managing to catch my balance and quickly start looking for my panties and skirt so I can get dressed. He watches me for a minute, adjusting himself with another loud groan when I bend over to grab my panties off the floor.
It dawns on me that he made me come, but I didn't return the favor. I feel bad about that, and excited about the prospect of making him feel as good as he made me feel. But I don't have time right now. I really do have to go meet Kennedy before we get found out. If we haven't already. I didn't exactly spend any time downstairs pretending to be her.
I straighten up and sway toward Jared, feeling bold and naughty.
He watches me through hooded, curious eyes until I'm right up against him again, no space at all between us. His gaze drops to my lips and then lower, to where my breasts practically spill out the top of my dress.
"Since I can't help you with your situation tonight, maybe these will, daddy," I murmur. Before I lose the nerve, I grab his hand and drop my panties into them and then lean up to whisper in his ear. "You can give them back to me tomorrow when I see you."
The sound of his loud growl rips through me.
I drop back down to flat feet and then dance away from him, laughing when he tries to catch me. He lets me
go long enough to put my skirt on. I tease him while he zips me up, brushing up against him in seemingly innocent touches that leave him growling my name.
As soon as I'm zipped, I dance away again. I barely make it two steps before he has me pressed up against the wall, my cheek to the cool wood.
"You're playing with fire, little girl," he snarls in my ear, grinding his erection against my back side. His hot breath hits my neck, making me moan out loud. "Daddy is going to come all over these panties and then make you wear them tomorrow."
"Yes," I moan, willing to give him just about anything.
"Meet me here in the morning."
"Okay."
He places a kiss on my neck and then nips at my ear. "I'm already a broken, lonely man, waiting for you to come back to me, princess."
"Jared," I whisper, melting as he switches from naughty to sweet in the blink of an eye.
"Hurry, sweet baby. Before I find a reason to make you stay." He releases me, practically launching himself across the room, as if he can't be any closer or he really will find a reason to make me stay. He doesn't know it but finding one wouldn't be hard. I don't want to leave him and the magic of this room, this hour.
I slip my feet into my shoes and then don my mask and cape.
He watches me the whole time, his chest heaving. He looks like my dashing prince again, hypnotic fire burning in his mossy eyes. It sears me everywhere it touches, until I burn too. To stay. To never go anywhere he isn't.
"What time tomorrow?" I whisper, feeling a little like I might cry.
He seems to know I need him. He ends his self-imposed exile to the far side of the room, striding quickly across the space separating us. I'm in his arms in a matter of seconds, pressed against his hard body, surrounded by his strength.
"Seven. I'll bring breakfast."
"Okay."
He holds me close for a long, silent moment. His lips brush my hair and then my lips. "I'll be waiting for you."
I slip from his embrace and out the door. As soon as it whispers to a close behind me, my stomach twists into painful knots. It takes all of my willpower to get my feet moving. When I round the corner, the top floor is empty. The sounds drifting up from below are louder. Everyone is thoroughly drunk now.
The dance floor is crowded with bodies. I dodge around them, darting away from flailing arms and wildly uncoordinated feet, searching for the entrance to the kitchens. Kennedy is supposed to meet me at the kitchen door at midnight. She'll come in, and I'll go home.
Alone.
My heart aches at the thought.
I already miss my beautifully wicked prince.
"Psst!" Kennedy whispers, waving at me from her hiding spot in the bushes. She peeks out, looking around precisely as if she expects to be caught at any moment. When she doesn't see anyone else, she hurries toward me, dressed exactly the same as I am.
Even her hair matches mine. Well, the wig she's wearing does.
"Did anyone see you?" she whisper-hisses, making me smile.
One of the things I love most about my sister is that she is absolutely terrible at subterfuge. Her inability to tell a convincing lie is exactly why we have never gotten away with much. I don't mind though. I love her soft heart and guilty conscience. The world is still magical to her, and that makes it magical to everyone around her.
"Everyone saw me," I say with a snort. "Wasn't that the point?"
She huffs at me. "You know what I mean."
"No one knows," I promise, slipping my mask off to hand it to her. "I was on my best behavior and only spoke to one person all night."
"Who?"
"Just some guy."
Okay, so maybe I'm terrible at lying too.
She narrows her eyes on me.
Luckily, we don't have time for her to press me for more details about the guy in question, or what I spent the entire night doing with him. I'm not sure how she would react if I told her the truth. Neither of us has any experience with men. But the kitchen door creaks open, saving me from a confession we don't have time for at the moment.
Kennedy's eyes go wide. She grabs me by the arm and drags me into the bushes with her. A branch gouges me in the side, but I bite back the pained curse and hunker down with her, peering through the tangle of branches and still changing leaves.
A man steps outside, his back to us.
Kennedy's nails dig into my arm.
Neither of us dares to breathe.
He pulls the door closed and then hesitates for a second as if reluctant to go.
When he turns a moment later with a softly muttered curse, allowing me to catch sight of his face, relief hits me so hard my legs threaten to buckle. It's Jared. Even if he spots us, I know he won't say a word to anyone or ask any questions. He wouldn't do anything to hurt me, I'm certain of it. But I don't want him to have to lie for us if we get caught, so I bite my tongue instead of calling out to him.
"What is he doing here?" Kennedy mumbles, speaking so quietly I wouldn't have heard her if we weren't crammed into the bushes practically on top of one another.
"Who?"
Jared grits out another curse and then takes off across the grass, headed away from the estate. His long legs cover the ground quickly. Within a matter of moments, the deeper shadows of the night swallow him up.
"Professor King," Kennedy whispers as if Jared might still hear. "He never comes to these things."
Professor King? Does she mean Jared? Is he–? Professor King is–?
No. There's no way.
"Professor King?" I hiss, clutching my throat as if that's going to allow me to pull in a breath. Except it isn't, because the anvil sitting on my chest is crushing all the air from my lungs. Jared and Professor King can't be the same man.
"He's the devil," Kennedy complains, and then grabs my arm, practically dragging me out of the bushes. "We need to hurry up before we get caught."
"That was…that was Professor King?"
Kennedy bobs her head, oblivious to the way my world shudders, entire regions caving in on itself to form a giant abyss of guilt. I just let my sister's beastly professor do…that to me. Oh my god. I promised to meet him again tomorrow.
I gave him my panties!
I called him daddy.
"Are you okay?" Kennedy searches my face when I make a strangled sound. "You're acting really weird. Have you been drinking? And why is your hair all messed up?"
I brush off her questions and suck in a deep breath, trying to hold it together until she's safely inside and we're not in danger of being found out here trading places like we're up to something. That's the last thing I need right now.
"I'm fine," I lie, but I'm not. The man who sent my heart soaring is the same one who keeps breaking my sister's. Not because she has a crush on him or anything—she doesn't. But because he's ruthless, so brutally honest it borders on cruel.
He doesn't believe in love.
Isn't that what she told me this morning? That he thinks her view of love is too out of touch with reality to be taken seriously? That she needs to stop thinking like a naïve girl and focus on building characters people will believe?
How is her despot professor and my charming prince the same man? They can't be…can they?
"Hey." I touch Kennedy's arm before she can dart inside. "Is his name really King?"
"No," she says, dashing the tiny glimmer of hope I had. "Everyone calls him that because that's the name he writes under." She frowns, her lips pursing. "At least that was the name he wrote under, back when he still published. His real name is Jared Kingston. His family owns Kingston Publishing, one of the biggest publishing houses in the United States."
"Oh," I whisper, dropping my hand from her arm.
"Are you sure you're okay?"
"Yeah." I bob my head and give her what I hope is a reassuring smile. It feels thin and brittle, in danger of cracking. "I'm fine."
"See you at home," she whispers and then dashes inside.
I stand right where I'm at
for a long moment, too stunned to move. Too stunned to think.
The man who has been making her life hell for the last two months…is the same one I'm pretty sure I fell in love with tonight. The same one I'm supposed to meet here again in the morning.
I can't go.
I can't betray my own sister like that. It would break her heart to find out.
I think it's going to break mine to stay away.
"You knew this night was going to end in disaster," I mutter to myself. It doesn't make my heart ache any less. It doesn't stop the tears threatening to fall either.
Maybe I should have come dressed as Cinderella tonight. Because it's midnight and the ball is over. And all I'll ever have of Jared are the magical hours we spent together here tonight.
Chapter Four
King
"I need to see the records of every student we have named Caroline," I snap at our Registrar, glaring daggers at him over the top of his desk. I'm not in the mood to be placated or put off. Caroline didn't show up this morning. I waited until 9:15, but she didn't come. I don't know if something happened to her…if she's hurt or scared. The possibilities are driving me mad.
"Ah, I'm afraid I can't–"
"You can," I growl.
The balding, slack-jawed Registrar, Mr. Webb, shrinks visibly in his seat, his face paling. Still, he persists in gainsaying me. "I'm sorry, Professor King, but I can't just allow you access to the records of students not enrolled in one of your workshops. It's against policy."
"Fine. Then what records can you allow me access to?" I take a deep breath, pinch the bridge of my nose…it doesn't help. I've been on edge all morning, desperate to find my princess again. She's…my God, I think I may be in love with her, as impossible as that sounds.
I've always scoffed at the notion that two people could meet and fall in love so easily. There are no two people so suited to one another that they instantly just know they're destined to be with one another. How many times have I disabused my students of such fanciful notions? Demanded they strip themselves of that belief and attack relationships realistically in their writing?