Collaring Cinderella

by Isabella Starling

  “Rafe!” I begged as someone tried to lead me away. “Rafe please, I need you, please.”

  He tore through the police officers, and came to me, kneeling in front of me and grabbing my hand, bringing it to his lips.

  “Princess,” he said, the pain obvious in his voice. “I’m so sorry… So fucking sorry for what happened. You’re the only one I want, Ella, please never believe otherwise. I’m so sorry they tried to hurt you, so fucking sorry…”

  “They didn’t hurt me,” I said softly. “You stopped them just in time.”

  “Why did you run, princess?” he asked, and I looked down, feeling the sadness settle over me.

  “I… I saw you with that woman,” I whispered. “Martha told me I was replaced… That you’ve been sleeping with her for months—my own stepmother.”

  I watched his expression change into pure fury, his hands forming fists.

  “A lie,” he said simply. “A fucking lie, Ella. Believe me?”

  I looked up at him.

  It was still snowing, and with the beautiful nightly backdrop he looked like a prince. I was in love, and I couldn’t help it. It was too late now…

  “I believe you,” I said softly.

  “Ella,” he growled, as several policemen surrounded us. “Ella, please come back with me.”

  I smiled wide at him and his eyes filled with hope as I kneeled next to him.

  “I tried to,” I whispered. “I couldn’t get on the bus… I wanted to be with you, I didn’t want to leave, Rafael, I wanted to come back to you… always.”

  He pulled me towards him, and I let him. He held me in front of all of the policemen, his hands wrapping around me and holding me close.

  “You’re mine, Ella,” he said simply. “Tell me you’re fucking mine, my girl, my princess.”

  “I’m yours,” I whispered, looking up into his dark eyes. “I’m yours, Rafael, I love you.”

  He kissed me like he never had before, and when I felt his lips on mine and heard the people around us cheering, I knew I belonged to him completely.

  Rafael Goldwyn owned every last part of me.

  L IFE HAD ALREADY STARTED CHANGING for the better.

  Never before did I notice what had been missing. I wasn’t exactly happy with my life, dating a different woman every week, but I didn’t know how to change it, either. And now, with Ella by my side, I finally saw clearly, finally saw what had been missing all that time.

  And it was her… my beautiful princess, now about to be my queen, standing by my side and making sure my kingdom was safe. My heart was in her hands, and I would let her do anything with it, because I was so in love with the woman, I wanted to place the world at her feet.

  Once I’d gotten her back from the bus station, I didn’t want to waste any more time. I gathered the key players in our future and our past in front of us in the mansion, and kept Ella sitting in my lap as I told them the news. Edna, Martha, and my father stood before us, watching me deliver my news like a king telling his subjects what would happen.

  “We’re getting married,” I said simply, eliciting a little gasp from Edna, whose hands flew up to cover her excited face. “As soon as possible. And I’m moving Ella in tonight.”

  I couldn’t stand another night away from her, so it made perfect sense to me.

  “Martha,” I turned to face her stepmother. “Since you’ve exhibited nothing but appalling behavior and mistreated my future wife, and on top of it all, fed her disgusting lies, I have no need for you anymore. You’re free to go.”

  “What?” she asked, her mouth opening and closing unattractively like she was a fish out of water. “I don’t understand… I’ve done everything right! I had it all planned. How can you do this?”

  “And what exactly did you have planned, Miss Monroe?” my father asked her with his eyebrows raised, holding his chin in his hand. “Your assault on the family fortune? I know what you’ve been trying to do, Martha, I’ve been onto you since the moment you started working here.”

  Her face paled and she glared at Dad as Edna spoke up.

  “Don’t try to deny it,” she said. “Because we all know you’ve been trying to seduce Rafael since the day you started your job.”

  “Lies,” Martha hissed, but for me, the conversation was already over as far as I was concerned.

  I wasn’t about to change my mind, not unless Ella spoke in her stepmother’s favor. I shifted my attention to my girl in my lap, my fingers trailing a line down her throat, gently pressing down against her neck. She smiled at me, still so shy and innocent, even though I’d already taken her virginity. I was going to have so much fucking fun with her. And I’d make her my wife, and have her knocked up before the end of the week. I was a goner now, fully committed to her. No other woman would ever cross my mind—not with Ella around.

  “I don’t want to hear another word,” I finally said. “I want you out of here.”

  Martha huffed and puffed angrily as I delivered the news to her.

  “But, Rafe,” she started. “Haven’t I been a model employee?”

  “Model employee?” I laughed. “I don’t give a shit if you’re the Queen of England. If you treat my girl badly, you’re out of here.”

  I pulled Ella higher on my lap, feeling her short dress riding up and exposing her tight little pussy in those panties she was wearing. She’d changed since the ball, and now that all the guests were gone and it was late as hell, I couldn’t get my mind off her body, so close to me, but still out of reach.

  “And I’ve told you a thousand times,” I added, my hand slipping up Ella’s thigh. “You call me Mr. Goldwyn, not by my name, and much less by my nickname. Now get the fuck out of here before I get you thrown out.”

  She glared at me.

  “I expect the house to be empty by tomorrow,” Dad added for good effect, and she started hurling insults as I motioned for my security guard to take care of her.

  I hadn’t wanted it to end like that, but as I watched Martha get dragged out of the room by security, I knew there was no other way for it to end. She was fucking crazy, and we’d all be better off without her in our lives. Especially Ella, who’d suffered at her hands long enough. If I had it my way, I’d have thrown Martha out that night, but Ella had asked me to give her a day to pack. She was never going back there though, my girl. She was going to move in with me that night, and as for her stuff, I’d replace anything that didn’t have emotional value, and I’d do it fast.

  My fingers groped her ass, trying to decide whether I’d rather have her sleeping naked or in a sexy little outfit for me. My mouth watered at the thought.

  “One last thing,” Dad said as Martha was taken out. “I know you’re eager to be alone, but… I have some news too.”

  We all looked at him, Ella’s eyes wide as she listened to him go on. I couldn’t tear my eyes off her, though, and I watched her reaction play out on her beautiful face.

  “I just got the news today,” Dad went on. “It must be some kind of miracle, but… my cancer is in remission. The doctors have cleared me.”

  “What?” I asked, slipping out of my chair with Ella by my side. “Do you mean you…”

  “Won’t die by the end of this month?” Dad laughed bitterly. “No, looks like you’re stuck with me for a little while longer.”

  Ella gasped next to me, and I made my way to my father, but I was too slow. Someone had wrapped their arms around his neck sooner, and my girl and I both stared in surprise as Edna embraced my father and planted one on him, right in front of us.

  “Edna!” Ella giggled.

  “I’m sorry,” the older woman shouted. “But I don’t even care! I want everyone to know, and I should have done this years and years ago.”

  And right in front of us, my father grabbed her by the waist and kissed her like in the movies while Ella cheered and I laughed out loud.

  “Well,” I whispered in my princess’ ear. “Looks like we’re not the only ones who’ve found love.”
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br />   She giggled and kissed my lips so gently, it made me want to show her how a proper kiss should be. She was still so shy. So fucking innocent. I couldn’t wait to spoil her.

  “One last thing,” Dad said, chuckling as Edna finally let go of him. “In these past few months, I’ve started to value my life… Really see what’s important. That’s why I’m so happy for the two of you, and I want you to make the most of your relationship.”

  I smiled at Ella and she gave me a dreamy look. So in love. So sweet. My princess.

  “I want you to have a good start to your marriage,” Dad went on. “But I also want to have a good life, whatever’s left of it. So, I am signing over the company to you, Rafe. I should have done it years ago, but honestly, it was the only thing keeping me alive… Knowing I had to work. But I am done. I think it’s time for a new vision, a fresh creative voice. Congratulations, son.”

  Ella stood to the side, her hand lingering in mine as Dad approached me, clapping me on the back heartily. I was stunned into silence. My father was a machine—there was no way he’d let me have all this, unless he really was retiring—unless he truly was serious about Edna… He’d always been crazy about my mother, practically begging her to stop working, but she refused. And now, it seemed like he finally had somebody to spend his time with. Edna was fucking beaming.

  “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 later

  Ella 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.

  “A little wider,” I said, and she obeyed right away, like a good girl should.

  I let my fingers wander between her legs, touching her shaved pussy, gently opening her up for me while she let out gasp after gasp.

  “Hold yourself open for me,” I told her gently, and she mewled.

  “Rafe…” she started, but I slapped her pussy, gently, just once, making her cry out.

  “No,” I said firmly. “Open yourself up for me, I want to watch my cock go inside you.”

  Her fingers shook and trembled as she did what I’d told her, opening herself up for me so perfectly it made my fucking mouth water.

  “Fucking delicious,” I told her, and she gasped as I entered her, not wasting time, just my whole cock inside her cunt in one long, desperate thrust.

  “Rafael!” she cried out, and I lowered my mouth to hers, tasting that sweetness that never wavered, no matter what I did with her. She always tasted like that, and I fucking loved it.

  I fucked her slowly, letting her adjust to my length and girth until she was crying out for more.

  “Desperate little princess,” I grinned at her. “So desperate for my cock, aren’t you?”

  “Yes,” she breathed. “So desperate… Please more, Rafe, please fuck me full.”

  “You want my cum in you?” I asked her gently, and she was quick to nod. “Beg, beg for it, Ella. Tell me you want another baby inside you.”

  “Another one,” she gasped. “Please, Rafe, put another one inside me…”

  “
Where?” I asked, pumping inside her. “Where do you want my cum, princess?”

  “Inside me,” she mewled helplessly as I held her legs open, her fingers still holding that sweet, juicy snatch open. “Inside me, deep, really deep…”

  “This deep?” I thrust again and she cried out, her head going back as she moaned my name over and over again. “Tell me how deep!”

  “Deeper,” she begged. “Deeper!”

  I pushed past every barrier inside her until I felt my cock breaking her, making her go crazy on it, coming all over my balls and soaking me in her sweet honey.

  “Fuck, princess,” I cursed. “Fuck, here it comes…”

  She didn’t stop coming, crying out as I fucked her full, so full that cum started spurting out of her each time I pulled out an inch. Her collar glittered in the moonlight, the only thing on her, so fucking perfect—and all mine.

  “Rafe,” she said, completely out of breath. “Rafe, Rafe, please…”

  I got off her, grabbing her legs by the ankles and holding them up while I propped a pillow under her ass. I grinned at her as she moaned underneath me.

  “There we go, princess,” I told her roughly. “Now we’ve made sure you’ll be knocked up again… My dirty little princess.”

  Ella giggled and covered her lips and I smacked her ass, making sure none of my cum leaked out of her.

  “I love you,” she whispered, and my heart stopped for a second, the first time she’d ever said it, and so perfectly timed, just as I was owning her completely, as she submitted to be mine completely.

  “I love you,” I told her, leaving a rough kiss on her already bruised lips. “You’re going to be a beautiful bride tomorrow, Ella…”

  2 years later

  I COULDN’T STOP LOOKING AT him.

  His wide smile, the way his forehead creased, only slightly, when he smiled. He was so handsome, and I was more in love with him than ever. I felt like I was falling deeper and deeper with each day that passed, so desperate for him I felt like it was our first time together every single time his fingers brushed against my skin.