Collaring Cinderella

“Ella,” I said with a warning tone to my voice. “Tell me right now.”

“She turned it into a walk-in closet,” Ella whispered, and I cursed out loud. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you–”

I got out of the chair and slammed my cup down, spilling tea all over the nice coffee table.

“Please,” Ella said in a panic. “Don’t, you’ll leave a stain…”

I swept the cup off with one hand, and we both watched as the porcelain broke and its milky contents spilled all over the rug. There was a horrible silence in the room before Ella let out a choked sob, and fell to her knees, gathering the broken pieces of the mug.

“Ella, stop,” I told her angrily. “You’ll cut yourself. I’ll have it replaced. You’re not a fucking servant.”

“But I am,” she whispered, blinking away tears. “That’s exactly what I am, isn’t it?”

“Ella,” I said, my voice rough. “That’s not what you are. That may be your job, but it’s not what you fucking are.”

She looked down at the floor and let the tears fall. Seeing her cry like that pissed me the hell off, making me want to slap myself for putting her in that position. God, I was a damn moron for saying what I’d said, and now I had no way of taking it back.

“I’m sorry, Ella,” I said. “I’m so sorry for what I said, I really shouldn’t have.”

“It’s okay,” she muttered.

I muttered her name. Slowly, she looked up at me, those blue eyes filled to the brim and her bottom lip trembling. I tried to fight the instincts she woke inside of me, tried to pretend it didn’t make me hard as fuck seeing her so vulnerable, but I couldn’t stop the groan that escaped my lips. And she knew—she must have, because the corners of her lips turned upwards.

“Do you even know what you’re doing to me, princess?” I asked her slowly, and she looked away shyly. “Look at me, Ella. I want you always looking at me.”

“I’m s-sorry,” she stammered, finally returning her gaze to mine.

“Don’t be sorry,” I told her, my hands going to her, unable to resist her siren call anymore.

I had to touch her. Had to feel her skin under my fingertips and see what it felt like under my touch. She made me feel like a very, very bad man. So innocent and pure, and all I wanted to do was to fucking ruin her, make her submit, make her mine completely until she begged me to own her. I knew exactly what kind of collar she would wear for me, and I couldn’t fucking wait to place it on her slender, pale neck.

“Ella,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “I need to touch you. I’m sorry, I just fucking need to. Is that okay, princess?”

She gave me a small nod and I could tell she was scared as fuck, but I was past the point of caring. She wanted this as badly as I did, she just couldn’t put it into words.

I reached out for her, my fingers wrapping around her upper arm, gently pulling her against my body.

“Tell me to kiss you again,” I said, and her mouth parted with a little gasp.

“Kiss me,” she said, and before the words were fully out of her mouth, I was on her, my mouth against hers, taking what I already fucking owned.

I pulled her against me, and her petite body trembled. She was shivering, a mess of nerves and need as I held her up and made her submit.

“I’m sorry,” I said, tearing my lips from hers for just one second. “I have to taste you.”

“Taste me where?” she whispered. “Please, Rafe, I want you to…”

I kissed a line down from her lips, over her chin and down to her neck, kissing her shoulders, tasting every inch of her sinfully sweet skin. She was decadent, like a fucking delicious dessert I shouldn’t have been having, but it tempted me with its sugary sweetness and the cherry on top… And I couldn’t get enough.

“Between your legs,” I growled at her. “I want to taste your pussy, princess.”

She mewled as I grabbed her thighs and lifted her up on the counter. Her thighs were trembling with need as I parted her legs, clawing at her pants to get them off. I managed to pull them off to her knees, groaning at the sight of the panties she was wearing. Another pair for my collection, midnight blue this time, with the same lace trim as the pair I had. And there was a little wet spot at the center, soaking through the fabric and making her clench her legs together.

“Too late, princess,” I ground out. “I already saw it.”

She cried out as I lifted her ass off the counter and tugged her panties to her knees. Her pussy was right in front of me, the scent of her so intoxicatingly sweet, I thought I was going to lose my mind on the spot. I could fucking taste her in my mouth and my tongue wasn’t even on her. Sweetness so fucking intoxicating I could have eaten it for days.