Cinda's Fella (Once Upon a Dream)

by Nikki Prince

  Evernight Publishing

  www.evernightpublishing.com

  Copyright© 2013 Nikki Prince

  ISBN: 978-1-77130-419-1

  Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs

  Editor: Marie Medina

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  This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  DEDICATION

  There are a few steadfast friends who helped me immensely while writing this book. Piper Anderson, Kim McNiel, Michelle Carnes, Doris O'Conner, Shyla Colt and Melanie Fletcher. Thank you ladies. It's always a pleasure to be able to bounce ideas off of you all and to know that we all have each others back.

  CINDA'S FELLA

  Once Upon a Dream, 2

  Nikki Prince

  Copyright © 2013

  Chapter One

  Cinda Augustine Rella sighed as she looked down the long deserted hallway in the office building that she had the task of cleaning. A building she’d have to clean in high heels no less. She’d have to take them off in order to move around and get things done fast. She didn’t want to run into the owner of the building. She wouldn’t be there if her normal janitor hadn’t called off sick.

  It was Thursday night and instead of enjoying herself she was here cleaning. Such was her life. This was an important account, and she had to make sure that it got done while Jaq was off. She didn’t have anyone else yet who could do it, so being the professional she was she’d do it herself.

  Hopefully the owner of said building wouldn’t be around. She’d spent too many years trying to avoid him and stay professional. Nicolai Charming made it hard for her to be good. He was damn sexy and a redhead to boot. She adored redheads. Nicolai was his own set of trouble. When she was around him there wasn’t a moment that went by when she didn’t want to strip naked and do anything he asked of her. She sighed and closed her eyes as she remembered his touch. There was nothing that compared to Nico’s touch.

  He’d been the perfect sensual Dom to her submissive tendencies. He gave her anything she could ever want. Then her stepsisters and stepmother had happened. Drusilla and Anastasia had been the bane of her existence since they’d come into her life. Their mother, who made Cinda call her Ms. Trumane even after she married Cinda’s father, had made things just as hard as her daughters had.

  Her father, God rest his soul, had married their mother when they were teens and life had never been quite right since. Within weeks of finding out her father was dying from cancer, he and his second wife died in a car accident. She’d thought she’d be free of the two sisters once and for all and be able to grieve for her father in peace.

  No such luck. Unbeknownst to her, her stepmother had cajoled her father into changing his will and having the sisters and their mother added to it. Upon her stepmother’s death whatever part was given to the stepmother reverted to her daughters. Her father’s cleaning chain was what was up for dibs. She’d received half of the business in the will and the two sisters had received their share along with dividing their mothers share between them. Thus, the two sisters together had half of the business and did basically nothing for it.

  Her father’s cleaning business had been his life. He’d built it from the ground up on his own, and she intended to keep it going for him. It wasn’t a business that had board members in charge, but it did well. She planned to keep it that way. She wiped away the tears that had escaped and then squaring her shoulders she bent down and took off the silver heels she’d worn with jeans and the company t-shirt. She’d had no time to change when she’d found out on short notice that Jaq would not be working tonight. One thing she loved was her heels, and she’d wear them with anything if she could.

  Setting the shoes on top of the cleaning cart, she then pushed it into the last office she needed to clean that night. It was Nicolai’s. Flicking on the lights in the room, she noted that he still had recessed lighting. It enabled her to see, though the room was still cast in shadows in some areas. The last time she’d been in his office had ended with them at odds with one another. She had to block out what happened, as it was the only way to get her work done. Soon she was caught up in cleaning his office window that she didn’t notice she wasn’t the only one in the room until she heard the clearing of a throat.

  Jumping, she turned around slowly to see who it was. Recognition hit her full force as she looked into Nicolai’s green eyes. She was mesmerized and she could only utter a small squeak in place of words. She watched as the lazy grin spread across his face and he stayed settled at his desk. God, how had she not noticed him? Her mind had been on other things—that was the only explanation.

  She finally found her voice. “Nico, what are you doing here?”

  He laughed and she flushed. What a stupid question. “Hmm, well, this is my office, Cinda.”

  “Yes, right. I guess I meant why’re you here so late. But then that would bring up the same answer. You can be here as much as you’d like. I was just cleaning; I can go and come back when you’re gone. My regular janitor for your offices isn’t here.” She was rambling. He stood and with a gasp she hurried towards the door. Her only thought was of escaping.

  “Going so soon, Cin? We haven’t seen each other in years.” He was barring her way. She stopped just in front of him.

  “There’s a reason for that, Nico.” She licked her lips and groaned inwardly as his gaze riveted to her mouth and his grin widened even more.

  “Now, now … you know you don’t mean that. I know you so very well, like the back of my own hand, Cin.”

  He was right, he knew her, though that didn’t mean they needed to be together in any way, shape, or form. He advanced and she moved back. She held her hands up to stop him from getting any closer; he pressed his chest into her hands, and she discerned it was on purpose.

  “Master…” The word was out before she could stop it.

  “There, now tell me that doesn’t feel right. Tell me.”

  She didn’t say anything, just continued to stare up into the most gorgeous eyes ever. She swallowed hard.

  “You can’t tell me because it wouldn’t be true.” When he cupped her chin in his hand, she let go the ragged breath she’d been holding. His touch sent electricity through her body. He was always so gentle and caring, something she hadn’t had in her life before him or since.

  “Tell me that you don’t want this … me.”

  She couldn’t tell him that, because it wouldn’t be the truth. She’d wanted him from the moment she’d met him. He used the pad of his thumb to stroke over her bottom lip and when she didn’t move away he moved his thumb and replaced it with his lips. She moaned, her hands still against his chest, but curled into his dress shirt.

  He tugged at her lips with his teeth then teased along the seam with his tongue, demanding entrance. Unable to deny him anything she parted her mouth and moaned softly as his tongue filled her mouth.

  He drew her even closer when he hooked his fingers into the belt loops on her jeans and tugged her forward. The evidence of his desire pressed against her lower belly through his pants. She didn’t resist him. In fact, she whimpered when he parted the kiss.

  “Damn, I’ve missed your taste, girl.”

  She licked her lips again and his gaze darkened.

  “You know just what to do to me.”

  As he said those wo
rds he walked her backwards and then she felt the desk bump the back of her legs. She opened her mouth to protest and it was as if he knew that’s what she was going to do as he covered her mouth with his own.

  Besides their breathing, the only sound in the room was the rasp of her zipper as he undid her denims then pulled them down over her hips. They pooled at her feet and he picked her up and settled her on the edge of the desk, causing her jeans to slip off and onto the floor. She was in a pair of silk bikini panties and a t-shirt that was emblazoned with her business name, Midnight Cleaners.

  He drug his mouth from hers. “This is your last chance to say no…” He was gently massaging her back. He’d always had strong, capable hands that turned her to putty.

  “Please…”

  “Please what, Cin? It hasn’t been that long that you don’t know who I am to you.” He pulled her t-shirt up over her head, tossing it to the floor. When he cupped her breasts and kneaded them, she arched into his hands. She cried out as he nipped the tops of her breasts.

  “Who am I to you, Cin?” he said once more, a bit firmer than before.

  “Master Nico...”

  “That’s my girl.” She shivered as he all but purred those words to her. She felt her pussy dampen even more and she squirmed against him. He made her forget herself.

  When he knelt before her, settling between her spread legs, all she could do was watch. Eye contact with him was always a must and a requirement.

  He grabbed her bare feet, gently caressing them both, kissing the toes on one foot, then the other. She groaned but stayed perfectly still.

  “Ah, you know I adore your feet. Next time keep the heels on.”

  She couldn’t let there be a next time, but she wasn’t going to tell him that. She’d let him get comfortable and when he didn’t expect it, she’d run. She had to.

  He kissed his way up her leg then draped that leg on his shoulder. He gave the same treatment to her other leg. With both legs on his shoulders, she was as open to him as she could get without him taking off her panties.

  “Please, Master Nico.”

  He seemed riveted on her panties and when he spoke she knew why.

  “Damn, you’ve soaked through your panties and I haven’t really touched you.”

  “You’ve always done that to me.”

  “Pull your panties to the side. I’m going to taste you. Open yourself for me.”

  Without hesitation she brought her hand to her panties and pulled them to one side. Glancing down she could see the hood of her clit, which was stiff and throbbing. She could also feel her juices coating her inner thighs.

  “Fuck, girl. You’ve kept yourself shaved as I requested.”

  She wanted to deny what he said, but it was the truth. There wasn’t a lick of pubic hair on her, as she’d shaved herself bare. She’d kept herself up to the specifications that he’d demanded from her even though they hadn’t been together in years. He leaned in close and took in a big breath, as if he was trying to breathe her in, and she held in a lungful of air in anticipation.

  With the first swipe of his tongue she bucked against his mouth. He peered up at her and instinctively she recognized that meant for her to relax and practice her breathing. He didn’t want her to come yet. It would be a struggle, as it had been so long, but she didn’t want to disappoint him. She’d never wanted to disappoint him. She had though when she’d run.

  “Pure honeyed excellence. You taste just as sweet as I remember.”

  She braced herself on his desk because she knew him well enough to know what would come next. The nip to her inner left thigh made her squirm with delight.

  “You’ve missed this just as I have, Cin. When are you going to recognize that and stop running?”

  Once again she was pinned by his stare. The one thing about Nico was that he seemed so calm and for the most part he was. Yet at the same time there was that inner strength he exuded, showing he was a master through and through.

  “My life…”

  “Is incomplete without you, Master Nico.” He finished for her.

  Nico was right; her life was incomplete without him. But dealing with her stepsisters and the business was a full-time job. She didn’t have room for him even if she wanted it. She started to protest, and he shook his head, placing his finger against her lips.

  “No, we aren’t going to discuss that right now. Right now you’re going to come for me because you need it and I want to see it.”

  He spread her legs wide, propping them on his desk so that she was bared to him. Obediently, she kept herself exposed with her hand still holding her panties.

  “Every day that I’ve been in this office, I’ve thought of you. Taking you here and watching you cry out your pleasure. We’ll make new memories for the both of us.”

  He dipped his head between her thighs and licked her roughly. She bit her bottom lip to hold back the moan that was just on the edge of escaping.

  Chapter Two

  He had her right where he wanted her. He could feel the resistance leaving her. He couldn’t let her leave him again. Enough was enough. This was where she belonged, with him. He’d do anything to get that through her head, even have her employee call in sick. He’d have to thank Jaq for agreeing to do so.

  He wrapped his mouth around her clit and rolled his tongue around it. Feeling her tense, he knew she was fighting the urge to come. She was his good girl. Even after five years of being apart, she still followed his commands. Fuck, he couldn’t resist her taste. Lifting from her once again he locked his eyes with hers.

  “Tell me what you want.” He knew what she wanted. Always. It was his job to know what she needed and to give it to her.

  “Master Nico, please allow your girl to come. I need to come hard on your mouth and tongue.”

  “If I allow you to come, you must promise me that you’ll meet me at the club.”

  He watched as her eyes closed and she let out a soft sob. She would know exactly what he was asking of her. If she came to the club, she’d be his and he’d be her Master once more. Nico wouldn’t give her time to ponder what he was asking. Letting her think about it could backfire. He smacked his hand against her clit and she jerked, her eyes opening quickly.

  “What’s your answer, Cin?”

  He saw the war of emotions go across her face and just when he thought she’d bolt she nodded her head and spoke.

  “Please let me come, Master, and I’ll meet you at the club whenever you like.”

  He thrust two fingers into her pussy, going knuckles deep and then stopping. As wet as she was, he went in nice and easy. Her pussy hungrily swallowed up his fingers. His eyes never leaving hers, he watched as she squirmed.

  “You’re right. You’ll meet me whenever and wherever I say. Fuck my fingers, Cinda. Fuck them until you come nice and hard. I want to see you fucking squirt.”

  She rose slowly and thrust herself down on his fingers over and over again until she was moaning with each upward and downward stroke. Her beautiful brunette tresses had fallen out of the ponytail she’d been wearing and fell down her back. Her head fell backwards and soon she was moaning his name over and over again. The closer she got to coming the raspier her voice sounded.

  “That’s my girl. I can feel your pussy clutching my fingers. You will come but only when I let you come.”

  Leaning forward he kissed her at the juncture between her stomach and her leg, nipping at the skin as she finger fucked herself. He wanted to fuck her. But he’d save that for the club. Their joining would be special. He’d make sure of it.

  Standing, he thrust his free hand into her hair and tugged until her head fell back. Curling his fingers inside of her till he hit that small bump of flesh inside of her, he stilled her actions. She was panting heavily, her breasts rising and falling quickly as he watched her struggle to not come. Her breasts were damp with the evidence of her exertions.

  “I’m going to let you come, Cin. As soon as I rub against your g-spot let go and
give it all to me.”

  “Yes, Master Nico.” She was breathless.

  He smiled and pushed both fingers against her special spot and watched as her body began to buck uncontrollably on his desk, showing she was overcome with desire. The first bit of fluid from her pussy leaked around his fingers and pooled out of her and then she was gushing liquid as she cried out. Not one to leave her hanging and give her the female version of blue balls he pushed down on her clit and rubbed as she continued to orgasm. The amount of liquid that came out of her was amazing in its copiousness, and he was well and truly soaked. He took her mouth in a hard kiss, swallowing her cries. He kissed her through her orgasm until she was whimpering and shivering against him.

  Slowly he removed his fingers from her then lifted them to his mouth. He had to taste her again, so he placed both fingers in his mouth and licked them clean. Damn. She was all he’d thought about for the past five years. He gathered her up in his arms and carried her over to the couch in a corner of his office and held her close. Her breathing was still ragged. He would let her catch her breath then they had some talking to do.

  The moment her fight came back he knew it and he held her as she tried to get out of his lap.

  “Where do you think you’re going?” He placed a kiss on top of her head.

  “I need to go. I shouldn’t be here, and I shouldn’t have promised to meet you at the club.”

  “Ah, but you are and you did and the Cinda I remember would never renege on something she’s promised.” He felt her shoulders sag, and she lay back against him. He stroked his fingers along her back, content just to hold her, though he knew that they truly did need to talk. When she squirmed once more, he placed a hand under her chin and tugged till she looked up at him.

  “Why did you run from me?”