Collaring Cinderella

I waited until I couldn’t hear Martha’s retreating footsteps any longer, and then I spoke up.

“Ella,” I said roughly.

Her eyes fluttered over my face. I towered over the girl, who was tiny and petite. My body seemed huge compared to hers, broad-shouldered and toned with so much muscle, I could’ve thrown her over my shoulder easily. And in that moment, I wanted nothing more than to drag her to my bedroom like a fucking caveman. She had awakened the primal instinct inside me, and my eyes drank her in without shame or hesitation before I spoke up again.

“You’re a virgin, aren’t you?”

Her sexy little mouth parted open in shock, and for a second I was sure she was going to smack me with the dirty rag in her hands.

“I don’t see how–” she started, but I cut her off before she could get a full sentence out. I only had one question, and I didn’t give a shit about anything else.

“Are you legal?” I growled at her, barely resisting the urge to grab a handful of her ass and haul it on top of me.

She hesitated, and I took a step closer. Her mouth parted again, this time gasping without an exhale.

“Answer me.”

My voice was firm, and her own trembled as she spoke up.

“Yes, I just turned eighteen,” she whispered. Her voice was so fucking soft, it felt like a caress. I reached for her and she flinched when my fingers tried to brush against her cheek, bowing away from my touch.

“I won’t bite,” I told her. “Though I might see how many licks it takes to get to your delicious center.”

“You’re…” she breathed, and I grinned at her.

“Sexy?” I helped her. “Impossible? Making you wet? Is your sweet little pussy dripping already, Ella?”

I leaned closer still, until my breath was in her ear and I could murmur nasty little things to inspire that pretty head of hers.

“Because I can fucking smell you,” I whispered in the shell of her ear, and she shivered so nicely my cock twitched.

My mouth wanted to find her skin and suck on it, latch on to that shiny, smooth surface and suck it dry of all its sweetness. I wondered how fucking good she must taste between her legs, whether her pussy made wet little sounds as it got the stickiness sucked out of it.

“Don’t be obscene,” she squeaked, and I laughed out loud as she took a step back. “Really, who do you think you are?”

“Listen, girl,” I told her, sighing and leaning a palm against the wall by her head. “You need to accept what’s inevitably going to happen here. You think I haven’t noticed this little wet spot here?”

I glanced at her crotch and she did her best to clench her thighs together. I was bluffing, but sweet little Ella didn’t need to know that. She looked around, obviously panicking as she realized I’d just effectively caged her pretty little body underneath mine.

“Scared yet?” I asked gently, and she let out the softest little whimper as she cowered under my touch. “Why don’t you just fucking admit it, girl? Your pussy’s been soaking those tight pants since you saw me watching you.”

“N-no,” she choked out proudly, her eyes avoiding mine.

Her bottom lip trembled, making me wonder what it would feel like to pull it out, biting it between my teeth. She’d look so good a little tousled up. I couldn’t wait to see her out of breath.

“Since before then?” I asked, and she averted her eyes guiltily. It made me laugh out loud. “Is that so, little girl? You’ve known who your mom’s been working for all along? You touch yourself to the pictures of me you see in your little magazines? Cover up my date’s face and pretend it’s you? Good fucking girl, doing my work for me. Bet you worked that sweet little cunt until it squirted over your fingertips. I do hope your mom didn’t hear.”

“S-she’s not my mom,” Ella stuttered, and I grinned in her face.

If that was the only thing she found objectionable in my whole speech, I knew I’d hit the nail on the head. She knew exactly who I was, and I was willing to bet that her pussy did as well. Nasty little girl, playing with her princess parts with her mom in the other room. I licked my lips at the thought of it.

“What is she, then?” I asked her curiously.

“She’s my stepmother,” Ella admitted.

Was I imagining it, or was there a hint of sadness in her voice? Like she wasn’t too pleased about her stepmom being none other than Martha Monroe.

I’d never had a problem with Martha working for me. She was diligent, hard-working, and stern. She didn’t abide anything that wasn’t perfection, and her style suited me. I didn’t give a shit about her personal life, and she didn’t pry into my own. She was the exact kind of private employee I wanted to work in my home. And now, she had another winning point to add to her resumé—a step-daughter so sexy, I wanted to fuck her in front of her family, or whoever else wanted to fucking watch, because I wasn’t going to deny myself that sweet pussy for much longer.