Modern Wicked Fairy Tales: Complete Collection

by Selena Kitt

  “Daddy! Come see!”

  Rachel touched her head self-consciously, glancing into the mirror. She looked strange, foreign, her eyes bigger and rounder in her face. The tiger stripes made her look wild, feral. What was Jake going to say? And then, as Emma called for him, wandering toward the lobby, Rachel realized he was gone. He had found out she was sick and had left, unable to handle the news.

  “Hey.” Joshie read her mind. “Stop it.”

  “It’s okay.” Rachel put on a smile, sliding an arm around Liv’s shoulder. “Ready for your party, beautiful?”

  Liv’s smile was so bright, it could have powered a small third-world country. That alone made it worth it. They walked toward the lobby, where Emma was peering out the front glass door, frowning.

  “I don’t understand where he could have gone.” Emma turned to Rachel. “Did he say anything to you?”

  Rachel shook her head, not trusting her voice.

  “There he is.” Liv pointed toward the door and they all looked as Jake walked toward the salon, holding the handles of a small bag swinging at his hip.

  “Where did you go?” Emma protested as he opened the door, his eyes widening. They must have been quite a sight, Rachel realized, the three of them standing there with their bald, painted heads.

  “I thought the three of you could use a little bling.” Jake put the bag down on a chair, reaching in and pulling out a blue box Rachel recognized immediately. There was a Tiffany’s right around the corner on North Michigan Avenue. He handed the first one to Liv. Her jaw dropped when she opened the little box to find a pair of heart-shaped diamond earrings inside.

  “Mr. Malden…” Her voice shook

  “Shh.” He leaned over and kissed the top of her head. “You’re like my own daughter. You know I love you.”

  Emma squealed when she opened her tear-drop diamond earrings, hugging her father and quickly grabbing Liv’s arm and dragging her over to one of the salon mirrors so the girls could try on their jewelry. Joshie went with them, exclaiming over the sparkly treasures, and Jake pulled out another blue box from the bag, this one long and thin.

  “Jake…” Rachel took a step back, swallowing hard as he held the box out in front of him. “No…”

  “Yes.” He pressed the box into her hand. “It’s yours. Open it.”

  “I can’t.” Her hands were trembling too much. “You do it.” She handed it back to him and he obliged, taking the necklace out and tenting it in his fingers.

  “Do you like it?”

  “It’s lovely,” she whispered, looking at the bird-shaped diamond pendant. “A dove?”

  He shrugged, undoing the clasp. “They didn’t have any hockey sticks.”

  She laughed. “I really shouldn’t accept this.”

  “Yes you should.” He lifted the chain over her head as she turned, doing the clasp up behind her neck. “Beautiful.”

  There was no hair to lift out the way as he kissed the nape of her neck, his breath warm, and murmured, “Hope is a thing with feathers…”

  “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you,” she whispered, her back still to him.

  “I’m sorry you had to.” His hands rested on her shoulders, squeezing gently. “But you don’t need to hide anything from me.”

  “I just thought you wouldn’t…” She swallowed her words, unable to finish her thought.

  “What? Like you? Want you?”

  “Stay.”

  “I think I used all my rollover minutes just talking to your answering machine in the past two weeks.” He grinned as she turned to face him. “I’m not going anywhere.”

  “Thank you, Daddy!” Emma kissed his cheek. “We’re gonna go. Can I have the keys?”

  “And just how am I going to get home?” But Jake was already digging into his pocket and producing the desired object.

  Emma rolled her eyes. “Can’t you get a taxi?”

  Rachel took a subtle step closer to Jake, giving him a quick, heated, side-long glance. “You can come up to my place and call one.”

  “Here.” Jake quickly handed the keys over to his daughter. “Call my cell if you need me.”

  Emma gave them both a knowing look. “Don’t wait up.”

  “You either.” Jake grinned.

  “Dad!” The teenager made a face, pulling her friend toward the door, as if he’d crossed some invisible line with his words.

  “Bye!” Liv waved as Emma dragged her out.

  “Have fun!” Rachel smiled and waved back as the girls practically ran down the corridor, heading for the parking garage. She glanced over at Jake. “Think they’re going to be okay?”

  “I think they’re already more than okay.” He took her hand.

  “She’s a really special girl, your Emma.” Rachel squeezed his hand. “You should be proud.”

  Jake nodded, sounding a little choked up. “I am.”

  “You two go on,” Joshie interrupted, waving them out.

  “I need my wig,” Rachel protested. “I can’t go out like this.”

  Joshie and Jake exchanged glances but Rachel ignored them. She found her wig at the station next to Joshie’s. She didn’t have any adhesive left in the salon so she just slipped it on over her newly painted head, straightening and fluffing. It would do until they got upstairs.

  “Go already!” Joshie insisted. He had Rachel’s purse and he slung it over her shoulder, practically pushing them out the door. “I’ll close up shop.”

  Jake was quiet on the way to the elevator. Most shops were closing for the night, although there were still a few people coming out of the all-night grocery. Rachel fiddled with her wig as they got into the elevator and she pressed the button for her floor. There was a mirror on the back wall and she checked it again. It had moved a little.

  Jake slipped between her and her mirror image and she looked up, meeting his gaze, although tilting her chin made her wig slide and she grabbed onto it self-consciously with one hand before it could fall to the floor.

  “Come on, Rapunzel.” He put a hand over hers on her head, slowly moving her wig back. “Let down your hair.”

  “Jake…” She swallowed, feeling it slip further. She knew he’d seen her without it already and yet she was still too afraid to let go when they were here alone together.

  He dipped his head down and kissed her, mouth insistent, the hand holding her wig moving to her lower back. The cool air against her neck made her shiver—and so did the way he turned and pressed her back against the mirror, his body a wall of heat as the kiss grew deeper, his tongue drawing hers.

  She left her hair puddled on the floor, her scalp bald and naked. It was a strange, backwards equation, but somehow the more exposed she was to him, the better she felt. His thigh slipped between hers and she opened her legs, skirt riding up high as he pressed against her. One of his hands reached around to grab her ass, lifting her more fully to him, the other twisted in front, grabbing her breast and squeezing through her blouse.

  Then she remembered they were still in the elevator and it could stop at any time, letting on one of her neighbors, maybe even a client. She broke the kiss, breathless, meeting his own half-lidded gaze.

  “Wait,” she pleaded, whimpering as his thigh flexed delightfully between hers. “At least until we get to my apartment.”

  “I can’t wait anymore,” he murmured against her neck, licking and sucking at her skin. “I want you. I want you so fucking bad I can’t breathe. I can’t think. I spend all day thinking about you. My clients are beginning to wonder if I’m on drugs or something, I space out so often, daydreaming about you.”

  She twined her arms around his neck, hanging on tight, as if she could get closer to him somehow, crawl inside his skin.

  “And the nights…” He gave a long, frustrated groan, sliding both hands under her ass and grinding his pelvis against hers. She gave in, wrapping her legs around his waist, feeling the hard press of his cock bent and straining through his trousers. “I feel like a damned teenager. I can
’t stop jerking off and thinking about you.”

  She flushed with pleasure at his words.

  “And just when I think it’s over, when I make myself come remembering your hot little pussy or your sweet, gorgeous tits...” He kissed her again, quickly, his breath hot, his words mumbled against her mouth. “You’ve got me under some sort of spell. I swear, I can come like I was fifteen again, over and over. All I have to do is remember the feel of you riding my cock and I’m hard again in an instant.” His admission made them both fill with heat. He met her eyes, his expression pained, hungry, desperate. “And this just goes on and on and on…” He pressed his lips to hers again and again. “All. Fucking. Night. Long.” He punctuated each word with a hard thrust of his hips, driving her against the back wall of the elevator.

  “I know how you feel,” she breathed when the elevator slid to a stop and the bell went off letting them know they’d arrived at her floor.

  “Do you?” He gripped her in his arms as if he couldn’t let her go and she wondered if he was going to, but he finally did as the doors started to slide open. Rachel retrieved her wig and went to put it back on but Jake took it from her hands.

  “What—?” she protested.

  “I like seeing all of you.” He hid both hands behind his back when she went to grab her wig. She was afraid she might run into a neighbor in the hallway. “And I’m gonna see a lot more of you in a minute. Which one is yours?”

  “At the end of the hall.” She nodded in that direction and they made it without incident. Rachel’s hand trembled as she slipped her key into the lock, but they’d barely burst into the apartment before Jake was kissing her again and she found herself pressed against the door they’d closed behind them.

  “Jake—” She tried to protest, to keep up some semblance of appearance or decorum, although she wasn’t even sure why, until he thrust her half the way up the door with his hips, using both hands to tear her blouse open. The buttons popped and scattered like marbles all over the floor and she had time to wonder if she was dreaming this before her bra was pulled down too and he buried his face against the flesh of her breasts like he was coming home.

  “Oh god!” She ran her hands through the dark curls on his head, her hips moving on their own, grinding back against his. Her skirt was long, but he had it pushed far up her legs, the soaked crotch of her panties wetting the zipper of his trousers with every thrust. “Jake, please, please…”

  “Please what?” His tongue bathed her nipples, back and forth, sending exquisite shocks of pleasure down between her thighs.

  “I want you,” she begged, reaching down between them to touch herself, something she had done thinking about him a hundred times since the limo, getting herself off again and again just from the memory. But he was here now, real flesh and pounding blood and she had to have him. Had to. Now.

  “You want me to fuck you?” He was already fumbling with his zipper, freeing his cock.

  “Yes!” She moaned when she felt the length of him spring free between her thighs, the only thing separating them now the thin fabric of her panties. They were plain white cotton—nothing special today—but they nudged aside just as easily as her silk ones had. “Do it! Oh please don’t tease me, put it in! Put it in!”

  He groaned and thrust, finding her center with delicious accuracy and pounding deep. There were no words then, just the hot pant of their breath as they kissed and he fucked her hard against the door, the whole thing rattling with every thrust, alerting every neighbor in the place to just what they were doing.

  Rachel had a brief flash of fear that someone might call the cops but the hot pounding of Jake’s cock inside her pussy grew so intense so fast, like a flash fire between her thighs, the thought burned away, leaving her shaking in its wake. She was going to come like this, with him buried inside of her, fucking her so hard her teeth jarred, her head banging against the trembling door.

  She clutched him, arms and legs wrapped tight, and tried to warn him, but it was no use. Her orgasm burst forth like a dam breaking, her juices flooding them both.

  Jake moaned as her pussy enveloped his cock in climax, squeezing his length, the head buried so deep she thought she could taste it in her throat. Rachel screamed in release, her nails digging into his shoulders, hips bucking, but he managed to hold onto her and even come himself, following her by just moments, shoving into her so hard she thought the door might just splinter in half and spill them into the hallway.

  “Oh god,” she whispered, still hanging onto him tightly as their bodies started to relax. “It was really real? I thought I dreamed it…”

  “It was real.” Jake’s kisses found her neck, her jaw, her ear. “And this time you’re not going anywhere.”

  “Mmm,” she agreed, whimpering as he grew soft and slipped out of her pussy. She wanted him still, more of him, always. He groaned when she reached a hand down to find him, slack and wet with their cum.

  “Hungry little kitten,” he chuckled.

  “Meow.” She scratched lightly at his balls with her fingernails and he jumped, gasping. “Do you like my tiger stripes?”

  He studied her head in the dim light—Rachel had one lamp on a timer in the living room and the light barely reached the foyer.

  “I’d like to see your whole body painted like that.” He grinned. “We could do a new animal every night. Tigers, zebras, giraffes…”

  “Giraffes?” She laughed. “What do giraffes say?”

  “Umm…I think giraffes say…‘gnork.’ The ‘g’ is silent.”

  “Gnork! Gnork!” she called, both of them laughing as he followed her directions to the bathroom, not letting her down, keeping her legs wrapped around his waist the whole time until he could sit her on the bathroom counter and run the shower. He slowly stripped her down, inspecting every inch of her with his eyes, until she was sitting naked on the edge of the sink.

  “Now you,” she insisted, watching as he hung his suit coat on a hook on the back of the door and undid his tie. He peeled his shirt off quickly, his trousers and boxers dropping to the floor, and Rachel noticed he wasn’t kidding—his cock was half-hard again already. He left his shoes and socks in the pile and stepped into the shower.

  “Come on,” he called, peeking out of the shower curtain.

  She glanced at herself in the mirror. Joshie had done an amazing job painting her scalp. He was quite the artist. It seemed a shame to wash it all away without even taking a picture, but she knew she was hesitating for more reasons than just that.

  Jake raised an eyebrow at her and she bit her lip, meeting his gaze.

  “But then I’ll be totally naked,” she murmured, touching her tiger stripes.

  Jake grinned. “That’s the idea.” He held a hand out to her and she took it, letting him pull her in. They spent a long time soaping each other up and rinsing off. The body paint came off easily enough and Rachel touched the smooth expanse of her scalp with trepidation. There weren’t even any wispy hairs left. She was completely bald.

  “You’re beautiful,” Jake whispered into her ear, his fingers moving between the wet, swollen lips of her pussy as he pressed her against the tiles. She remembered how he’d taken her, fucked her, and her clit throbbed in response.

  “No, I’m not,” she protested softly, whimpering as his fingers parted her, finding her aching clit and circling it with his thumb.

  “Yes,” he insisted, bending to capture a nipple between his lips. She moaned and spread wider for his attention. “You’re so fucking beautiful I can’t stand it.”

  “Jake…” she whispered as he sank to his knees in the shower and spread her lips with his fingers, his tongue taking up where his thumb had left off. “Oh god. Oh my god. That’s so good…”

  His mouth covered her pussy and he drank her in like nectar, sucking and licking and driving her wild. Before long her knees began to give way, but Jake didn’t give up—instead he just threw her legs over his shoulders and delved in deeper, sucking insistently at he
r little clit. His fingers probed her hole, sliding into her wetness and mimicking the motion of his cock, in and out of her pussy, and that sent her shuddering over the edge into ecstasy.

  “Oh fuck!” she gasped, her heels digging into his back, mashing her flesh against his lapping tongue. “Make me come! Make me come all over your face!”

  Jake just mumbled something affirmative, his fingers thrusting in deep as she spasmed around them, the walls of her pussy contracting with pleasure. She moaned and felt her whole body collapsing, melting like jelly, and Jake took her weight in his arms, sliding his body up hers, keeping her pressed to the tiles as he kissed her. She could taste herself in his mouth, feel the heat of his erection against her hip.

  “I want you again,” he whispered, reaching over and turning off the water.

  “So I feel,” she teased, gripping his length, making him growl.

  “I told you, it’s like I’m fifteen again.” He grabbed a towel and started rubbing her down as they stepped out. She let him dry them both off, even laughed when he shook his head like a dog, spraying them both with water.

  “I can’t do that anymore,” she said a little sadly, running a hand over her bare scalp. She was afraid to look in the mirror.

  “True,” he agreed, stepping close and pulling her into his arms to kiss the top of her head. “But you give a whole new meaning to the term ‘wash and go.’”

  She laughed again, letting him kiss her, his hands roaming all over her body. She felt like a teenager again too, eager but self-conscious, excited and a little afraid. He followed her directions again, this time to her bedroom, and they rolled around, kissing and petting on her down comforter until they were breathless with lust.

  “I can’t get enough of you,” he groaned, kissing his way down between her thighs. She couldn’t let him focus on her pussy again like that, giving her so much attention without any distraction, so she turned herself around and rolled on top of him, playing with his cock. It was leaking precum and she licked it off, enjoying the taste, the silky feel of his skin against her lips and tongue. She hadn’t had a cock in her mouth in a long time.