The King's Secret Bride_A Royal Wedding Novella

by Alexis Angel

  I have to admit, we look damn good at playing pretend. Though the smile taking over my face is completely genuine.

  I start to ease into our groove and relax, something’s actually going right for once. Thank God.

  The camera crew has already finished setting up, and the reporter stands to greet us as we enter the room.

  “Your Royal Highness. Ms. Taylor,” he shakes our hands dutifully. “It’s an honor to be sitting with you on such a historic day. Thank you for having me.”

  Before I could open my mouth, David speaks.

  “We’re happy to have you here. We’re thrilled to finally make our relationship public.” He looks down at me, and his lips form a small but satisfied grin. I return his expression, making sure to look in his eyes adoringly.

  “Please, sit down.” David continues, gesturing towards the seat behind the reporter. He can be so charming. We also follow his orders and sit across from the man, who looks like he’s come straight off the set of Downton Abbey.

  Settling into the pearl white Victorian sofa, our hands remain intertwined.

  He clutches mine tightly, rubbing his thumb over my sensitive skin. It’s amazing what one thumb can do to a woman. Well, David’s thumb.

  Being so close to him is already overwhelming enough that when we’re skin to skin and he’s touching me; my cunt clenches and I have to squeeze my thighs to ease the ache.

  He notices my movement, and I watch his eyes travel up my body. Meeting my gaze, his lip curls up in a menacing smirk. It’s his eyes that have me reeling though, they’re wild and are filled with so much promise.

  Damn, if it wasn’t for this interview—and my job—I’d be straddling him, making him fulfill all those dirty promises.

  But that’s what got us here in the first place.

  The reporter clears his throat, and I’m pulled back from my fantasy.

  “So, Ms. Taylor, what’s it like moving away from New York and becoming a Queen? And it seems like it happened over night.”

  I smile curtly and straighten my posture. I look over at David, who’s waiting for me to answer, and I turn back to the camera.

  “Oh, it’s a dream come true, really. What little girl doesn’t dream of becoming a Princess? I guess I just missed a step and became Queen,” I giggle, forcing humor. That’s the one thing people love the most, the most relatable trait—humor.

  “And David has been a great teacher, gradually getting me acclimated to his world.” I look up at him again, and he smiles at me.

  This is going perfectly. All the studying, memorizing…the glances, the touches usually being done by royal couples when they get interviewed, is paying off.

  “As we spend more time together, I discover more things about her. And I fall more in love with every passing day.” David chimes in, while still staring at me.

  I feel glued to his stare, and I almost find myself believing in his words. Love? Whoa.

  So far, we’ve been ignoring the event that got us here in the first place. But, I’d say, it worked out for the better.

  I jerk my head back to the reporter, a little startled over my train of thought. It’s never smart to go down that path.

  “You’re a successful PR consultant in New York, is that correct, Ms. Taylor?”

  I nod, curious as to where he’s going with this question.

  “So, how does a successful businesswoman see herself fitting into the monarchy?”

  I knew this would come up, but I wasn’t sure how to respond. There hasn’t been a successful business woman turned Queen before, so this is something I’ll have to come up with on my own.

  “The pressures and duties are similar, in some ways. Managing people, making sure day-to-day operations are going smoothly, and hoping that everything you put into place goes as it should.”

  David interrupts, and squeezes my hand. “Vivienne will have no problem fitting in. She’s already doing an amazing job at the Manor, and everyone seems to love her. If there’s anyone in the world who can handle the pressure of being Queen, it’s this woman right here.”

  “Thanks, David.” I chuckle, playing modest.

  “It’s the truth, love.” He smiles at me, and, for a second, I forget that the cameras are on us.

  He makes me feel like we’re in our own little bubble, and this fake engagement is actually real.

  “You two are really meant for each other, aren’t you?” The reporter teases.

  “Definitely,” we say in unison, and then look at each other in shock. We both break out in laughter at our unplanned outburst.

  Damn, this couldn’t go any better if I scripted the whole thing myself. Have I said that I’m impressed with him yet? Because I can’t get over how fucking good he is.

  Like I said, I almost believe this charade. I have to make sure that I get to thank him for a job well done.

  We continue to answer the usual questions for this kind of interview—questions regarding my life here, our life together, and the duties that will be take upon after we officially become a royal couple.

  Time goes by quickly when you’re having fun, I suppose. Because, before I knew it, the reporter starts to wrap up the interview.

  He ends with a brief outro, though: “Who would’ve thought a woman from across the pond can make the once debaucherous, Prince David, transform into a doting King? Is this a new man, one more suited for his place on the throne? Time will tell, but what we know for sure is that we’ll have fun watching the King and Queen, who are obviously in love with each other.”

  I know this is just pretend, that I made him do this. A small sliver inside me, however, hopes that what he said comes true.

  But, for now, I have another job to do, and it puts that small part of me to shame.

  Chapter 13

  David

  “Ow, that fucking hurts!”

  Vivienne pushes me against my desk, and my ass gets pinched by something. Usually, I like that shit, but not when something pierces my skin. I reach behind me, hand feeling for whatever the fuck that was.

  The culprit was a pearl earring. Hah, the irony.

  But how in the fuck did this get here? I look at Vivienne’s ears—diamond studs.

  Oh, shit…the maid. Let’s avoid that and get back to the matter at hand.

  “What? You don’t like a little ass play?” She winks at me and pushes all the things on the desk to the floor.

  “I’ve never been too fond of pearls up my ass. But I’d love to play with yours.”

  “Hmm…” is all she says. She’s too invested in freeing my dick to coherently respond.

  My cock can be very distracting as I’m sure you, loves, are aware of by now.

  But fuck, I don’t care if she does or doesn’t respond if she keeps looking at me like that. It’s about time I get some damn relief. I’ve been restraining this hard-on since I saw her eye-fucking me this morning.

  My cock springs free when she unbuttons my trousers and pulls them to the ground. She catches it with her hands, licking her lips in anticipation.

  She’s fucking insatiable. The camera crew was still packing up when she jumped me. Well, it was more like her dragging me to my office and throwing me against my desk.

  I knew I was good today. All of my royal charm was on display for her—and those damn cameras. I can play pretend pretty fucking well.

  But hell, I didn’t know that it’d get her this fucking turned on.

  If I knew that earlier, I would’ve played good boy all along. Well, to an extent, I still love being bad. But for the sake of our fake engagement and her mouth around my dick, count me in.

  I’ll take every benefit this arrangement has to offer.

  “Yes, love,” I moan between clenched teeth as her hand starts to glide down my length.

  Her eyes travel up my body, watching my chest heave, and then she lifts her chin up to me.

  I smirk at her movements. She must be feeling fucking good. I’m sure if you had my dick in your hands, you�
�d feel like that, too.

  “Thank you for making my job so damn easy,” she whispers into my mouth. She keeps her lips above mine, the steam of her breath moistening my lips.

  “I thought you like it better when you had a challenge,” I thrust into her hands, and she tightens her grip, “when I make it hard for you.”

  “That’s only when you play by my rules.” Her teeth graze my jaw, and she kisses my neck. Her other hand cradles my balls, massaging them.

  She purrs, and the vibrations fucking electrify me. She strokes me more quickly, and then kisses me aggressively.

  Abruptly, she pulls back and falls her to knees, swallowing me whole.

  “Holy fuck!” I grasp onto her head, needing something to hold on to for balance. She almost fucking knocked me over.

  Shit, that was impressive. And she didn’t even gag on the intake.

  “See what can happen when you’re good?” She pulls me out her mouth with a popping noise. Her tongue circles the soft skin at my head and traces the pulsing vein down my length. Wrapping her mouth around my balls, she sucks them into her mouth and nips at them gently with her teeth.

  This right here is what I’d like to call an expert. She knows exactly how to please a fucking King.

  “Ahhh…” I grunt as her head bobs up and down my length. “What if I said I don’t like to play by the rules? Is there a punishment?” I tease.

  I tug at her hair, and her eyes shoot up to meet mine. They’re heated and darkened by lust, making them sparkle like sapphires.

  “I don’t do punishments, your majesty. Only rewards.” She coos, and I push her head back down my cock. She takes it greedily.

  Precum spills out my head, and she licks it up, making sure to get every last drop.

  “Well, that’s no fun. What happens when I’m bad?”

  She nips my head, and I jerk forward reflexively. “Fuck,” I seethe.

  “Ohhh…baby, you’ll never want to find out.” And she’s back at it, taking me in and pulling me out. Her lips suction me, and my balls begin to tighten.

  “I’m sure I will. And I look forward to it. I’d like to see you punish me.” I say, pausing to breath. I force my dick back into her mouth, and she pushes against me. “I’m about to come, love, and I want you to drink every last fucking drop of me.”

  “With pleasure, my King.” She licks my shaft, swallows me, and kneads my balls with her fingers. The overwhelming combination sends me fucking spiraling.

  I grab onto her head and my dick begins to pulse against her tongue.

  “Come in me, David. Let me thank you properly.”

  Are you fucking kidding me?

  This is really her thanking me? I’m really seeing the upside to this pretend shit.

  Her tongue flicks my vein, and I combust.

  “Fuck, Viv. Yes.” I grunt out, while violent gushes of cum repeatedly fill her mouth.

  She swallows every ounce I give her, like her life fucking depends on it.

  I continue to jerk into her, the aftershocks of the orgasm still rippling through me, and she licks me clean.

  She really does know how to polish up a used tool, and she does it damn well.

  Her mouth continues to linger up and down my cock, kissing and nipping it. It jerks up every so often, eagerly waiting for more attention.

  There’s no way she’s about to suck me off again. I was not that good.

  But I decide against it, regardless if that’s what she wanted to do or not. It’s my turn to be in control and remind her just how bad this King can be.

  I lift her up, wrapping her legs around my waist and slam her up against the window behind us.

  You bet your ass I’ll be getting a hands-on show this time.

  I kiss her hard, and she meets my pace, the sweetness of our tongues mingling with the taste of my cum.

  “Now, for that ass of yours. Can I play?” I ask, breaking our kiss and breathing heavily.

  She looks from my lips to my eyes and her mouth curves into the most ravenous grin even a porn star couldn’t mimic.

  “How can I say no to the King?”

  Chapter 14

  Vivienne

  “Spread your legs.”

  I do as the King orders and press my breast against the wooden desk. I spread my legs to either side of his broad stance and arch my back, waving my ass in the air.

  I’m so fucking hot that the breeze from the cool air does nothing but add to my ache. It’s like adding oxygen to a fire, that shit just stokes the flames.

  He hikes my skirt up, exposing my ass to him, and he moves his hand from the back of my knee up to the crease of my cheek, teasing the skin around my drenched lips.

  “David, fucking touch me,” I yell.

  I’m sorry, I won’t fucking wait for him to rile me up. I’m already on the brink of exploding, even though he has yet to touch me.

  “Impatient as ever, Ms. Taylor. What happened to our manners?”

  A finger slides over the lace of my panties, tracing the intricate design.

  “Fuck, love, you’re soaked. You like playing pretend, don’t you?”

  “Yes…” I whimper out, his teasing makes it unbearably difficult to form words…and thoughts.

  Leaning over me, pressing his overly clothed chest on my back, he whispers in my ear, “Tell me what you want, Vivienne. Do you want the bad King, or the good one?”

  My knees buckle as his low, thick voice shatters every sense I had left in my mind and body.

  Instinctively, I push my ass up against his groin, feeling his twelve-inch cock throb against me.

  “I want the King who knows how to fuck me.” I pant. “And fuck me hard and good.”

  The weight of his body leaves me, but I feel him frantically discarding his suit jacket and shirt.

  I grin into the desk, and I feel my cheeks blush, feeling a bit embarrassed. I was too fucking horny to even take his shirt off before I sucked his dick.

  I guess, everyone has been right all along, including me. But, seriously, how the fuck do you say no to a King? Well, really, to David, especially when you don’t want to.

  And I’m sure you’re laughing right at me, knowing all along I’d be under or over him again, somehow. Hell, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t think I would be, either. I mean, I haven’t stopped wanting this.

  We also never said that this was a platonic engagement—excuse me, fake arrangement. Plus, I’ve said yes to him before, and although I had to scramble to make up for it, I don’t regret it.

  I know I won’t regret this time, either. Any orgasm with David is a goddamn blessing. Sounds cheesy, but you’d think the same thing if it happened to you.

  “Oh my god.” His finger slides into my wet pussy with no warning. The walls of my cunt clench at his haste, but spread around, and he glides out.

  “Ahh, David!” I yell. He pushes back and inserts another finger, spreading me wider.

  “God, you’re so fucking tight,” he grunts out.

  He starts to fuck me with his fingers, lathering in my wetness, and my hips sway to his movement. But then, he pulls out and spreads my juices up my taint, reaching my puckered asshole.

  “But I want to explore here first.”

  I didn’t think he was serious when he said we wanted to play with my ass, but fuck it. Why the hell not?

  It’s not like this is my first time, but it has been a while.

  “What do you say, love? Yes, please?” he asks, tracing a pattern with his finger on my ass.

  I squirm as his touch tightens my gnawing ache, and the head of his cock touches my cunt.

  “Ahh…” I moan, too loudly. “Yes, please.”

  “There are your manners.”

  Again, without warning, he rips off my panties, throwing them to the side, and rubs my clit.

  “Shit, David. Oh my god.” He rubs harder, intensely circling my sensitive nub, and I feel the wetness of my pussy start to pool.

  I’m so wet, the juices are defin
itely dripping down my legs.

  A finger circles my asshole, and he inserts a tip.

  I wince, feeling the slightest pinch, but it disappears quickly. I lift my ass again, wanting more.

  “Fuck me, David.”

  A growl escapes his lips, and his hand moves from my clit, gathering my juices and lubes my ass with it.

  “Hold on, love.”

  I brace myself, but I know I can take him. If I can swallow him without a gag, I can take him in the ass easily.

  Once he lubes me, I feel the tip of his dick glide along my lips, covering his thickness with my juices, and then he plunges into me.

  “Holy fuck, David!” I cry out in pleasure.

  He grunts. “Your ass feels so fucking amazing.”

  I lift my hips up and push against him, and he rocks into me harder. I lift my body up with my arms, and he reaches around me, thumbing my clit.

  That fucking thumb.

  “Yes…harder.” I yell.

  I can’t believe this is happening. But it’s too late for make-believe, this shit is shattering my reality as we speak.

  I bear down on the desk, almost on all fours, and he continues to pound me.

  “Who would’ve thought the proper ‘fake’ Queen likes it in the ass?” He grunts, and I can hear the smile grow on his face.

  “Never judge by appearances, darling,” I groan through heavy pants. “Haven’t I taught you anything?”

  He scoffs, and jerks into me sharply.

  “Yes…” My body starts to quiver.

  “Now it’s your turn, love. Come for your King.” He demands, and I do.

  The buildup of tension that lay dormant all day now crashes through me. I shake aggressively and scream out his name.

  The room around me goes black, and I only hear his voice coaching me through it.

  “That’s right, love. Show me how good my dick feels.”

  His body stills and I feel him jerk inside me.

  “I’m coming. Fuck!” Cum powerfully fills my ass, prolonging my ecstasy.

  Emptying himself, he slowly peels off and out of me, and I lie there, catching my breath and basking in orgasmic bliss, feeling so sated and full.