Collaring Cinderella

“Thank you,” I said, completely stumped on what else I should say.

But my gaze said it all, and my father gave me an emotion-filled hug before backing away.

“We’ll let you two lovebirds go,” he said. “And we’ll see you in the morning.”

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak, and they left the room. And then there was nobody left but Ella and me, her body warm in my hands as she stepped on her tiptoes to kiss my lips. She tasted just like she always did, overwhelmingly sweet and so fucking delicious I wanted to lay her down and have my way with her right then and there.

“Ella,” I growled at her. “From now on, you’re fucking mine. Do you understand that?”

She giggled and I made her look at me.

“I’m not joking,” I said. “Mine. Fucking mine. Got it?”

“Silly,” she smiled at me. “Don’t you know I’ve been yours since the day we met?”2 months laterElla climbed into bed next to me, her collar glinting in the moonlit room.

It fit perfectly around her neck now, no risk of it ever falling off. I insisted she wear it every single day, as though it were a queen’s crown, and she obeyed like I knew she would.

“Such a good girl,” I murmured against the crook of her neck as she settled back into my arms.

The day had been long, filled with showing Ella around our headquarters in the city. I showed her some new designs, finding myself ridiculously nervous because I hadn’t told her I was the one who’d drawn them all. But she loved them, and even helped me make some decisions about the stones in a necklace that proved to be incredibly valuable. I loved having her around, and I was already thinking about her future in the company, having her involved in more than just the selection process.

“Make love to me, Rafe,” she whispered against my lips now, and I groaned as she straddled me, her hot little pussy desperately pressing against my cock.

“Oh, I fucking will,” I told her roughly. “But don’t you have something you need to check first?”

She nodded, getting off my lap and running off into the bathroom. The seconds ticked by, and I waited for her, my heart pounding in my chest.

“Well?” I called out, getting up on my elbows and waiting for her.

She returned with her hands clasped behind her back, a sweet little smile on her face. She simply nodded, and my face lit up.

“Are you?” I asked, and she nodded again, running to me.

I grabbed her, feeling my body fill with more happiness than I knew existed in the whole fucking world. I pulled her to me and kissed her stunning little face, my hand lingering over her belly.

“Pregnant…” I whispered, and she reached up for me, kissing me with a passion I hadn’t seen before.

“Please,” she begged. “Make love to me, Rafe. I want to feel you inside me.”

I settled on the bed with my girl on my lap, and slowly peeled off the straps of her negligee, making her gasp out loud.

“You’re going to have our baby,” I muttered against her skin. “A little girl, just like you, Ella.”

“Maybe it’ll be a boy,” she suggested, but I shook my head vehemently. “I want a girl that looks like you. So I can spoil her rotten.”

She giggled as I kissed those pouty lips, sucking her bottom one between my teeth and making her mewl.

“Ella,” I growled. “I need to fuck you now. I need to fuck another baby inside you.”

“Rafe!” she cried out. “You can’t… I’m… I’m a-already pregnant…”

“I can fucking try,” I growled. “I can fucking try to knock you up again, princess. And I bet I’ll do it too, because whatever the fuck I want… I get.”

She cried out as I laid her down, my fingers gentle but urgent in prying off her nightie. I stripped her naked, her lithe body shivering under my gaze, desperate for me to touch between her legs where her pussy was leaking all over the fucking sheets. God, she made me hard as hell, my cock throbbing between my legs I was so desperate to get inside her.

“Look at me,” I told her, and she did, her eyes connecting with mine as I stripped down.

My dick felt like a weapon in my fist, and I got on top of her, spitting on my hand and touching her soaked pussy.

“Wet enough?” I asked her, and she gave me the smallest of nods while I grinned down at her. “I want to make you even wetter, princess.”

“Okay,” she murmured, and parted her legs for me, making my mouth water.

“Wider,” I ordered, and she parted them even more.

Her body wasn’t showing the pregnancy just yet, her belly still flat, but her curves had rounded out a little and the girl looked fucking delectable. I wanted to taste every last inch of her, cover her body with my mouth and spit and cum until she was begging me to stop, and then begging me to keep going the second I retreated. She was all mine, and the last two months that I’d spent with Ella in my arms had been the best of my life. I was completely, utterly in love with her, devoted to a future I wanted to share with her and nobody else. She was mine, but I belonged to her as well, which had never happened before.