Beast Daddy: Once Upon A Daddy

by Callahan, Kelli

  “Please understand that Ruilan is—different than what you’re used to.” I put my hand on hers. “If the queen can’t have children, then the future of the kingdom is in jeopardy.”

  “Seriously?” Anabelle blinked in surprise. “What did he do? Have her executed or something?”

  “No.” I sighed. “He would have been required to take a second wife—one that could provide an heir.”

  “Yes.” Jon nodded. “I’m sure you can see where this is going…”

  “He married the woman he loved.” I leaned back against the couch. “Fuck, I bet that caused a scandal.”

  “His first wife will always have the title of queen, but it started a chain of events—and your brother decided that it was time for the old ways to die. He closed the borders of Ruilan, stopped letting the rich and powerful vacation there while trying to buy their way into the kingdom—or marry into it. He swore that his children would never be told who they had to wed.” Jon shrugged. “The trade deals are enough to keep the kingdom going, but the economy has definitely taken a hit. There’s a lot of civil unrest. This is the part you’re not going to like…”

  “What is it?” I raised an eyebrow.

  “The people in Ruilan liked having the rich and powerful spending money there. They don’t like the changes—and you’ve kind of become a martyr for their cause.” Jon exhaled sharply.

  “How?” Anabelle blinked in surprise. “Everyone thinks Adam is dead…”

  “Exactly.” Jon nodded. “They’ve created this image of Adam Rosemont. He would have never done the things his brother did—he would have kept things the way they were—he would have chosen duty over love…”

  “But Adam’s brother did choose duty over love.” Anabelle scoffed. “He married the woman he was supposed to wed—wasn’t he free to choose his second wife?”

  “He was…” I grimaced. “But he used his power in a way that it wasn’t intended. He would have been expected to choose another wife like his first one—not someone he had feelings for. Remember, the family dynamics in Ruilan are different. The royal family is meant to marry for wealth, power, and influence.”

  “Right.” Jon nodded. “A second queen would have given the kingdom a perfect opportunity to build even stronger relationships with wealthy families—it would have been expected.”

  “Instead he blew a hole right through tradition—because he had the power to do it after he was crowned king.” I shook my head back and forth.

  I was troubled after Jon’s visit. I thought life in Ruilan would go on the way that it always had with my brother in power. Fate had been cruel to both of us. We both fell in love, and both wanted to escape. My brother would have been able to do it too, if I hadn’t taken it away from him. He stayed behind, fulfilled his duties to the crown, and when another opportunity presented itself, he used the power that his position gave him to bring real change to Ruilan—change that had been needed for a long time. The people might not understand it, but it was a major turning point for the kingdom. It would ensure that future generations of the royal family weren’t bound by the ancient laws, but there was a heavy price for it—he was hated and vilified. That burden should have been mine and he should have been the one that got to live out his days in peace with the woman he loved.

  “I’m sorry.” Anabelle took my hand as soon as I sat down next to her once Jon was gone. “You couldn’t have known it would turn out like this.”

  “No, but that doesn’t change the fact that it did.” I sighed. “Now the people of Ruilan are using me as a martyr—they have no idea what I would have done if I had taken the throne.”

  “Maybe they need to know…” Anabelle squeezed my hand. “If your brother is this progressive, it doesn’t sound like he’s the type of king to have you imprisoned for treason or worry about a claim to his crown—it doesn’t sound like he wanted it any more than you did.”

  “Perhaps…” I nodded. “It’s a lot to think about.”

  Deep down, I knew Anabelle was right. I was always afraid that my brother would feel threatened if he found out I was still alive, especially once he became king. There was a chance he would hate me for putting him on the throne to begin with, especially when he was so close to having the happiness he wanted before I faked my death. Still, he didn’t deserve to carry that burden alone, especially if the people in Ruilan thought I would have made a better king. My brother was miserable in my stead, even if he did get to marry the woman he loved after circumstances with his first wife allowed him to do so. I deserved to be a villain that the people hated—not a martyr for old traditions I threw away the moment I chose love over my crown.

  * * *

  One week later

  I mulled over my decision for a week. I consulted with Jon, and we went all over all of the worst-case scenarios with Anabelle. She was supportive of my decision, whichever direction I went, even though she understood the risk. Jon also reached out to some of his other contacts to see if he could get a better feel for what was going on in Ruilan. The more he found out, the worse I felt. The people were not at the point of revolting, but it seemed like things could definitely be headed in that direction. My brother had secluded himself in the castle and wasn’t seeing visitors anymore—he wasn’t even holding court. The people didn’t like to see all of their traditions torn apart like that, and they wanted the thriving economy they enjoyed under our father’s rule—in fact, some were calling for my brother to relinquish the throne back to my father—which was quite hypocritical since our laws didn’t allow backwards succession.

  “I was able to get an interview set up with someone who owes me a favor at Los Angeles Today—I didn’t tell her who she would be interviewing, but I promised her that it would be the biggest one of her life.” Jon sat down across from me. “There’s still time to back out of this.”

  “I have to do this…” I sighed and looked down at the floor. “Even if it means I get arrested and my brother demands extradition back to Ruilan so I can stand trial for treason.”

  “It won’t come to that.” Jon shook his head back and forth. “I’ll have a car waiting outside the studio and a private jet ready to go at the airport. Your brother will know that you’re alive, but if he tries to do anything, you’ll be far away from Los Angeles.”

  The plan was set. I was going to give the interview, tell my side of the story, and pledge support for my brother’s changes in Ruilan. My secret would be exposed, and there was a chance my brother could order my immediate arrest, but I hoped it wouldn’t come to that. Either way, I wasn’t going to take any chances. Anabelle and I planned to hide out at Jon’s cabin in Canada for a few days to see what kind of backlash came after the interview—if any. My hope was that showing the people in Ruilan that the old traditions were so backwards I gave up my crown for love would help them understand that things needed to change and make my brother’s rule a lot easier as he navigated through the new era of change he brought to the kingdom.

  “I’m here for you no matter what.” Anabelle leaned against me. “If we have to spend the rest of our lives running and hiding, then so be it—as long as we’re together.”

  “Thank you.” I pressed my lips to her forehead.

  There’s a chance that’s exactly what we’ll be doing…

  * * *

  One week later

  The interview went off without a hitch. The woman at the studio was certainly surprised to find out that she was interviewing Adam Rosemont—considering that I was supposed to be dead. Once she got over her shock and the interview started, I was able to tell my story. I didn’t gloss over the difficulties and hardships I face but talking about Anabelle still made me smile when I described how she helped me believe in love for the second time. The main message was clear—my brother’s choices were the same ones I would have made and the people in Ruilan needed to understand why he did it. He was a hero with the strength to stand by his convictions and abolish the old ways—that was what mattered most. I did
n’t deserve to be martyred for a cause I would have never supported, and my brother didn’t deserve to be vilified for doing the right thing. I wasn’t sure if the message would be well-received, but after I said my piece, there was no way to take it back.

  Now I’m in another prison—a cabin in the middle of nowhere.

  “We should have packed more tea…” Anabelle walked into the living room and handed me a cup of hot cocoa. “I guess this will have to do.”

  “It’s fine.” I nodded and took the cup.

  “If you pretend we’re not hiding and possibly running for our lives, this is kind of like a vacation.” Anabelle snuggled close to me. “This cabin is kind of romantic.”

  “It’s not bad…” I smiled and kissed her forehead. “Especially when we have to keep each other warm.”

  “You sure made my ass warm last night.” She looked up at me and grinned.

  “You asked for it...” I chuckled under my breath.

  “I know.” She leaned against me again. “I’m going to ask for it again tonight too—being a naughty princess for my Daddy is fun.”

  “Well clearly the spankings aren’t doing anything to deter that behavior.” I winked at her and moved my hand down to her ass. “I might need to start spanking you a little harder.”

  “Then I better do a lot of misbehaving so I can earn it…” She moved her hand up my thigh. “What if I play with the king’s scepter—will that make me a naughty princess?”

  “Playing with the king’s scepter is your reward.” I narrowed my eyes and growled.

  “I want my reward before my punishment then…” She slid her hand to the button on the front of my pants.

  “Hold that thought…” I leaned forward when my phone started to buzz. “Jon is calling.”

  Anabelle moved back to her side of the couch, and I picked up my phone. I was scared of what he was going to say—every worst case scenario started flashing through my head all over again. We had been able to keep some of that stress quelled when we were alone, but the reality was definitely going to come, whether we were ready for it or not. The rest of our lives might be a lot more complicated than the week we had spent in the cabin.

  “Hello?” I lifted the phone to my ear and prepared for the worst.

  Twenty-One

  Anabelle

  I held my breath when Adam answered the phone. I had been dreading the call, because I knew that it could be bad news. I was supportive of his decision and understood why he had to come out of hiding, but I didn’t like the danger that it brought. I loved Adam too much to have him ripped out of my arms to stand trial for falling in love. I hoped it wouldn’t come to that—I truly believed that his brother had the same epiphany when he realized the old ways of Ruilan weren’t needed in the modern world. They were clinging to traditions that only made the lives of the royal family miserable. It wasn’t fair to any of them—and it wasn’t fair to the people they married. An arranged marriage with a prince sounded like a fairy tale, but if there was no love—then it wasn’t going to be the happily ever after they expected.

  “What did he say?” I tensed up when Adam finally ended the call and put his phone down.

  “There’s still a lot of civil unrest…” he sighed. “I guess that’s to be expected. My brother didn’t call for my immediate arrest, so that doesn’t appear to be an issue at the moment, but the people are just as upset as ever.”

  “It didn’t change anything?” I blinked in surprise. “You poured out your heart to them.”

  “Ruilan is complicated—that’s all I can say.” He shook his head back and forth. “My brother is going to address the kingdom tomorrow to make an official statement—hopefully he’s not just waiting until he’s in front of the people to accuse me of treason.”

  “I’m sorry.” I moved closer to him.

  “It’s okay.” He shrugged. “All we can do is wait…”

  “Then we’ll just have to find a way to take our mind off things while we do.” I put my hand on his thigh. “I believe I was just about to play with—and kiss—the king’s scepter.”

  “That would definitely take my mind off things.” He exhaled sharply.

  I couldn’t pretend to understand the kingdom that Adam grew up in. He did the interview because he thought it was the right thing to do. If it didn’t change anything, then he could rest easier at night knowing that he tried. I could help him forget about it for the rest of the day—and long into the night. We could figure out what our next move was going to be after his brother’s official statement. If there were no repercussions for what Adam did when he refused his crown, then we might have a chance at normal life. I wanted that with him, but I was willing to settle for whatever life we were able to carve out for ourselves, even if we spent it on the run. There was a time when all I wanted to do was get out of Los Angeles—and I was going to be a fugitive then as well.

  “You just relax…” I slid between Adam’s thighs and started pulling off his pants.

  I moved my hands to Adam’s boxers once his pants were off and slid them down to the floor. His cock was already starting to get hard and once I rubbed my hand up and down the shaft, it quickly engorged with his lust. I leaned forward and started to circle the head with my tongue. He moaned and put a hand on my head as I opened my mouth to let him slide past my lips. I worked him further into my mouth and covered his dick with my saliva. My tongue wiggled and massaged the bottom of his shaft, which made him moan a little louder. I pulled him deeper and started to move my lips up and down his length—each time my lips descended on his shaft, I took a little more—until he was against the back of my throat and his hips were moving.

  “That feels really good.” He leaned back and sighed. “Don’t stop.”

  Adam’s girth made a blowjob challenging. It was only the third time I had tried it. The first time didn’t last long because he wanted a lot more than my lips and the second one lasted longer, but I wasn’t able to make him come. I was determined not to strike out the third time, so I picked up the pace fairly quickly and tried to swallow his length every time the head of his cock crashed into my throat. It took a few tries, but I gagged my way through it and controlled my breathing until I felt him push through the barrier in the back of my throat. My lips pressed against his balls, and I held him there until I adjusted before I started to move up and down his length—building up speed each time.

  “Oh fuck,” Adam exhaled sharply.

  I could feel him beginning to throb and pulsate. There was no way that I was going to fail. His hips were started to jerk, and his breathing was getting heavier. I was going to make him come if it was the last thing I did. I worked up to a good rhythm and kept that going while my tongue massaged the bottom of his shaft. After a few dozen quick motions, the salty taste of pre-cum was on my taste buds. He squeezed the top of my head, and I felt his arm quivering. He was almost there. I just had to keep going until he erupted in my mouth.

  “You’re going to make Daddy come!” He threw his head back and roared.

  His hips jerked forward, and he pushed my lips down his shaft until every inch was buried in my throat. I started to move my tongue as fast as possible while he throbbed and pulsated. The cum surged through his shaft, and then it splattered into my throat. I tried to swallow and gagged in the process, but I got it down—just in time for the second eruption of thick cum that coated my throat. I kept swallowing and massaging his shaft until the waves of bliss were done and his hand fell away from my head. I slowly pulled my lips away and licked the last drops from the head of his dick before I leaned back with a smile on my face.

  “That was so fucking good.” He sighed and reached for me.

  Adam pulled me into an embrace, and I stayed there for a few minutes—but I was in desperate need of more than just cuddling. My body was on fire, and my panties were wet. Making him come turned me on so much that my pussy was tingling. I started to kiss my way up his neck and tease his earlobe with my tongue. He was going to hav
e to do something to put that fire out, even if he just pushed a hand into my panties and rubbed my clit. Thankfully, he didn’t need long to recover, and once my lips started moving against his skin, I saw his cock getting hard again. I reached down and stroked it a couple of times, which brought his desire back to life. He pulled me closer and started to tug at my clothes.

  “God damn you’re wet…” Adam’s hand slid into my panties and rubbed my pussy.

  “Yes.” I moaned and smiled. “I want you…”

  “I can tell.” He stripped my panties off and forced my legs apart.

  Adam’s dick was rock hard when he pushed it against the entrance of my pussy and throbbed as he pushed it deep. I was definitely ready for him—I was so wet that he slid in with ease. He gave me a couple of quick thrusts, and then shifted his weight so that he could go faster. It didn’t long for the pressure to start to build up inside me. I was so turned on that the dynamite fuse was lit before he even pulled my panties off. My nails dug into the scars on his back, and I clung to him as my body tensed up.

  “Is your tight little pussy going to come for me already?” He leaned forward and kissed my neck.

  “It’s not going to take much!” I exhaled sharply as I felt a twinge of pleasure shoot through my body.

  “Maybe I should slow down…” he growled into my ear. “Unless you’re going to beg me to keep going.”

  “No, don’t slow down—please!” I shook my head back and forth.

  “You already made me come.” He kissed my ear and growled. “I’m going to fuck you for a very long time before I come again—why rush it?”

  “Daddy please, I need it!” I dug my nails in a little tighter.

  “I guess you were a good girl—this time.” He leaned back and started to hammer my pussy.