His Cinderella: A Possessive Dark Romance (Mayhem Ever After Book 3)

by Vivi Paige

  “How many swats do you think you deserve for touching your master without permission?”

  “However many sir thinks,” I replied.

  “Hmm. An excellent answer. I’ll go with ten for your disobedience and five for being a lazy, slow slave, Cinderella.”

  “Yes, sir.” I chuckled.

  “Oh, so this is funny?” Deryk questioned while laughing as well. His palm cracked down across my ass cheeks, and I squealed. “Is it still funny now?”

  “I don’t know,” I said. “I need another sample to be sure, but it is kind of funny for a twenty-two-year-old woman to get spanked. Don’t you agree?”

  “Maybe,” Deryk said. “That was one. You have fourteen left. Every time I spank you, I’m going to dial up the intensity. If it gets to be too much before we hit fifteen, all you have to do is say ‘glass slipper.’ Ask for mercy, and you will have it.”

  “I understand, sir,” I replied, allowing a bit of a sardonically arrogant edge to creep into my tone.

  “I’m serious, Ella. Don’t underestimate the power of the palm.” He licked his hand and then slapped it across my right cheek exclusively. The impact had decidedly more sting, both from his wet saliva and because he’d swung faster and harder. He cracked me again in the same spot, a little bit harder. I squealed and laughed even harder, even though it definitely hurt.

  “Oh god, I’m in so much trouble,” I said between giggles. It was exactly the same feeling I’d had as a child, going up the steep, high first hill of a roller coaster. Scared, but thrilled and excited.

  “You don’t know the half of it, yet.” Deryk laid into me with multiple swats, adding a bit more sting on each one. I abandoned laughter in favor of guttural grunts as he warmed up my skin with his strikes. The warmth seemed dominant over the pain, the intense vibrations of his blows reverberating into my love tunnel as well. Not to mention my crotch rubbed and leaked all over his thighs.

  “What number were we on?” he asked with exaggerated inquisitiveness. I knew I was being set up and smiled as I answered.

  “Thirteen, sir,” I replied.

  “Thirteen? No, I’m pretty sure we were on ten.”

  “Yes, sir,” I said with a chuckle.

  “You’re not going to argue?”

  “I know better, sir.”

  “You’re a fast learner, Cinderella.” Deryk’s hand cracked over my bottom five more times. I wound up screaming during the last two, my throat growing as raw as my reddened bottom, but I never broke and used the safe word.

  “Your bottom is so red, Cinderella,” he said, running his fingers across my blazing skin. I moaned when he clawed my cheeks apart and slid his index finger through my crack, down across my dark star to the pink mushiness of my quivering love tunnel. I moaned as those fingers wormed their way inside of me.

  Deryk switched his grip from my hair to my throat, squeezing not across my trachea but compressing the big arteries in my neck. I grew lightheaded, somewhat from his chokehold but even more so from the way he worked a third finger inside of my wet and dirty hole.

  “You’re such a dirty girl, Cinderella. Getting all hot and wet from a spanking. Shame on you.”

  “I am a dirty girl, sir,” I gasped, biting my lower lip as a fourth finger joined the others. He was stretching me wide, but I exulted in the sensation.

  “Since when?” he asked, seemingly struck with wonder by my wantonness.

  “Since forever,” I gasped. “I always wanted to show you this side of me—aaah—sir, but I never felt safe enough to do sooo…”

  “Did you just come without asking permission first?” Menace tinged his tone.

  Fireworks danced behind my eyelids, and a deep shudder ran through my body. His lap was soaking wet with my juices. Did he really have to ask?

  “Yes, sir,” I said. “I’m sorry, sir.”

  “You’ll have to be punished.” He stared at me for a long time, fingers playing with the edges of the plastic cocoon protecting my new tattoo. “Your tramp stamp is so hot, Cinderella. So hot…”

  “Thank you, sir.” My belly twisted with conflicting emotion. I was still resentful of him, even though I could have called it off at any time. Yet, I liked having the emblem of my submission to Deryk inked permanently upon my skin. Conflicted? I definitely was at that point. But I had no desire whatsoever to leave his lap.

  “I can’t resist sticking my cock in you much longer,” Deryk admitted. I hissed as he adjusted his fingers inside my body.

  “Please, sir,” I said between clenched teeth. “May I come?”

  “Yes,” Deryk gave me permission and I screamed, thrashing about on his lap, held in place with a hand around my throat. I squirted all over his hand and onto the floor, which amused him greatly. “You come so pretty for your master. But now, I’m going to show you what true helplessness feels like.”

  I shuddered, not with fear, but with anticipation. I knew that no matter how far he chose to go, I would still be safe. That made my answer roll off my tongue like a gentle summer breeze. “Yes, sir.”

  Chapter Fifteen

  “Get on your feet, Cinderella,” I said, manhandling her out of my lap to a standing position. “Do you see that coil of blue silk rope on the shelf next to the rack?”

  She followed my pointing finger and nodded. “Yes, sir.”

  I drank in the sight of her, naked bottom blazing pink from my administered spanking, lips parted, chest heaving with heavy pants. Her eyes were glazed over with the heat of lust, half-lidded and buried in the throes of sub space.

  “Go retrieve it,” I ordered and Ella moved across the room on unsteady legs, a legacy of the multiple climaxes I’d induced with my fingers. I brought those fingers to my nose and inhaled deeply of her rich, musky scent. To my disbelief, I learned I could grow even more erect than I was already.

  Ella lifted the coil of blue silk rope from the shelf and started back toward me.

  “Stop,” I said firmly. Ella paused mid-stride, looking at me expectantly. “Put the rope in your mouth and bring it to me on your hands and knees. Like a dog.”

  Ella gasped, swaying a bit before she lowered herself to her knees. She placed the bundle of rope between her teeth and then crawled toward me. I locked gazes with her, basking in the sight of her humiliated yet excited blue eyes.

  I took the rope from her teeth and patted her on the head. “Good girl.”

  “Thank you, sir,” she said in a soft, husky voice. Her eyes were dewy as the early morning and yet smoldered with heat.

  “Stand up,” I said. She did so, rising until her magnificent breasts were at eye level with me as I perched upon the stool. “Turn around.”

  Ella spun in a tight circle, flashing me a sultry smile as she did so. I took her arms and pulled them at right angles behind her back. She moaned softly as I encircled her wrists with the silken azure cord.

  Like a spider trapping its latest meal in a cocoon, I wound the cord about her torso, being careful to avoid her new ink. Using the blue silk, I immobilized her arms behind her, gluing them to her back with an intricately woven pattern.

  The rope diverged and crossed between and under her breasts, lifting and squeezing them in a pleasing way. I gently turned her about to face me and added more layers.

  “Go get another bundle,” I said, patting her bottom to nudge her toward the wall.

  “Yes, sir,” Ella said. She padded across the floor, her movements awkward because of the rope cage stiffening her torso and pinning her arms behind her. She turned to the side, fingers straining as she tried to reach another bundle of rope, but her restraints made it impossible. “I can’t reach it, sir.”

  “You’re not being creative enough,” I said. “Use your imagination.”

  Ella arched an eyebrow incredulously at me but then turned back to her assigned task. I saw realization dawn in her azure eyes, and she opened her mouth, delicately taking the rope bundle between her teeth. Then she turned about and walked toward me, but I jabbed my fi
nger at the floor.

  “Knees,” I said. Ella paused, making an amused sort of groan-giggle at her predicament, and then carefully settled onto her knees and inched her way across the floor to me. Her grunts of effort echoed off the walls of the playroom, and I admired her determination.

  “Good girl,” I said, taking the rope from her mouth. “Stand up.”

  I assisted her to her feet by taking hold of the horizontal bars of rope above and below her breasts and pinching them together as a handhold. Ella yelped as the ropes pinched her breasts while she struggled to her feet.

  “Aren’t I helpless enough yet, sir?” Ella asked as I added another layer to her bondage.

  “I don’t think so, but this isn’t necessarily to restrain you. It’s to spread out your weight more evenly.”

  “Sir?” she asked.

  “I’m going to suspend you from the ceiling,” I said. “Haven’t you wondered what those pulleys are for?”

  “Oh, yes, sir.” Ella bit her lower lip. “I’ve been dying with curiosity.”

  “You’ll soon find out.”

  I finished securing the harness about her body and then maneuvered her below one of the pulleys. With a crank attached to the wall, I lowered the slack end of a brown hemp cord until it slopped onto the floor.

  Ella sighed as I tied her harness off to the pulley, tilting her head back and trying to press herself against me.

  “You’re such a distracting tease,” I said as she grabbed at my crotch with her bound hands.

  “Oops, I touched you without permission again,” she said with a light chuckle. “I’m such a naughty girl.”

  “Yes, you are, Cinderella,” I murmured. “You just can’t keep yourself away from my cock.”

  Ella gasped, eyes squeezing shut as a moan shuddered out of her mouth. Her face flushed red, but her moist lips didn’t deny my claim.

  I looped more rope around her upper thigh, tying it off to her chest harness. Ella moaned as I yanked on the cord, drawing her foot up off the floor. She bent her knee until her weight was supported only by one leg.

  Then, I took that away from her too, suspending her below the pulley with her legs spread wide. I stared unabashedly between her thighs, letting my gaze linger on her swollen, glistening labia before sweeping it up to her quivering pink clitoris.

  I slipped out of my trousers, yanking my black silk briefs down at the same time. Ella’s azure eyes stared intently at my swollen, painfully erect member. Her breath came in rapid gasps as new sweat shone on her contorted body.

  “Breathing okay?” I asked, checking the knots around her chest to make sure they weren’t too tight.

  Ella nodded, eyes fluttering closed as she relaxed in her bonds. She dangled like forbidden fruit hanging from a tree, ripe and sweet and ready to be plucked. For a moment I walked about her gently swinging form, basking in the glow of having Ella at my mercy. How many times did I fantasize about this exact moment since our breakup? Hell, even when we were together in prep school?

  I brushed my fingers across her cheek. Ella moved her face to follow, trying to suck on my digits. I allowed her to do so, and her gaze met my own as she suckled intently.

  “It looks like you need to do something with your mouth,” I said.

  “Uh-huh,” Ella said, nodding around my saliva-slickened fingers.

  “Is that how Cinderella is supposed to respond to her master?” I asked.

  “No, sir,” she said, her voice muffled by my fingers stuffed into her mouth.

  “That’s more like it,” I growled. I pulled my fingers from her lips and moved over to a rolling metal cabinet. Ella peered intently as I unlocked the doors and swung them wide. I removed a paraffin candle in cherry red, and a sparking lighter wand.

  “Open,” I said, shoving the blunt end of the candle toward her mouth. Ella opened her lips and accepted the candlestick, and then some. She began pumping her mouth on it as if it were my rod, moaning softly and trying to tease me. “You’re such a dirty girl, Cinderella.”

  “Yes, sir,” she said around the candlestick.

  “That’s enough of that for now. I don’t want you to wear yourself out before you get the real thing in there.” I pushed the candle a bit deeper into her mouth. She gurgled a bit but accepted it. “Now, don’t let it fall.”

  I moved behind her and pulled her blonde hair into a tight ponytail at the back of her head. She grunted around her candle gag as I pinned her hair back, restraining it as well as the rest of her body. Looping thinner twine around the base of her ponytail, and anchoring it to her chest harness, I was able to pull Ella’s head back until the candle was held at roughly a seventy-degree angle.

  Her eyes glowed with amusement as I used the sparker to light the candle. Ella chuckled, slobber dribbling down her chin and turning the rope harness dark where it touched.

  “Don’t drop it,” I warned. She squealed around the candle as the first dollop of hot wax spattered across her bare breast. “Otherwise I’ll have to stick another one in your mouth, and you can have two candles dripping hot wax all over you.”

  I moved back to the wall and took a black wireless Hitachi wand, unplugging it from an outlet. Ella made a sound somewhere between a chuckle and a whimper of dread.

  “You know your safe word,” I said, flicking the wand on. It buzzed so hard I nearly dropped it. I moved it in toward her wide-open, dripping snatch as the hot wax continued to spatter on her vulnerable body, spurring a yelp, groan, or sigh from Ella’s plugged up mouth every time.

  I pressed the soft rubber tip of the vibe against her wide-open petal blossom. Ella hollered, nearly dropping the candle and slinging a line of sizzling wax across herself. She laughed at her own blunder, but it turned into a determined, strained groan as I plied the wand about in tight, slow circles.

  “Are you ready to come again so soon?” I asked.

  Ella nodded emphatically, which ironically caused her to spatter more wax all over herself. Her white skin was now dotted and streaked with red drying pools of cooling wax.

  “Then you know what to do—ask for permission.”

  Ella groaned in frustration, eyeing me in fury. Her azure gaze begged the question of how she was going to ask anything with the candle in her mouth.

  “Figure it out, but don’t drop the candle,” I said. “Come on, Cinderella. You’re a smart girl.”

  Ella grunted out a garbled, muffled variation of “Please may I come, sir” that had me grinning. But it was close enough.

  “Come for me, little cunny,” I said.

  Ella cried out, dropping the candle to spiral down and crack in two on the floor, one half still lit. I kept the vibe firmly against her pussy until she finished her thrashing about. Ella panted, moaning softly as I removed the wand at last.

  She watched through glazed, half-lidded eyes as I went over to the wall crank and adjusted her altitude, lowering her by about a foot and a half. Her eyes dawned with the light of realization as I walked back around in front of her.

  “See this?” I said, gripping my veined, throbbing shaft. “Beg me to fuck you with this cock.”

  Ella groaned, straining against the rope that held her ponytail prisoner. Then she looked at me with a smoldering gaze.

  “Please, sir,” she said in a husky, desperate and guttural voice. “Fuck me with your hard cock.”

  “Good girl,” I said, shoving my crown between her swollen, quivering labia. Ella’s mouth flew open, her eyes going wide as I glided in balls deep. Our bodies slapped together, and I grabbed the triangle of rope holding her legs suspended in the air, using it as a handhold to control her body as I thrusted.

  “Oh god,” Ella gasped, her eyes squeezing tightly shut as I drilled her with long, steady strokes. “Oh god, I—I can’t—It feels so good.”

  Ella gritted her teeth so tightly muscles stood out in stark relief on her neck and throat. She managed to gasp out a request through her clenched jaw.

  “Please may I come?”

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p; “Not yet,” I growled, slapping my body into her own even harder. Ella let out a long, undulating wail as she struggled to hold back the tidal forces of her own libidinous desires. Her body strained as if to escape the relentless pounding, but to no avail.

  “Please!” she screamed. “Please!”

  “Come, Cinderella,” I said, eyes rolling back in my head as I released a powerful jet of seed inside of her. Ella thrashed about in her suspension rig, crying out with a piercing scream that made my ears ring.

  I yanked myself out of her, a spurt of pearl jam spattering onto her belly and breasts as I did so. I leaned over her bound body and took her lips, kissing her deeply while she dangled.

  Slowly, I released her from the bondage layer by layer, rubbing my fingers across the deep indentations left by the rope. Once she was free, we wound up curled on the leather upholstered loveseat with the heart-shaped back, not speaking and just enjoying the feel of each other’s presence.

  I felt something stirring in me, the remembrance of old emotion mingling with something new, something primal.

  I drifted on a pink cloud of ecstasy as I considered the fact that I was falling in love with Ella all over again, more deeply and passionately than I had imagined possible.

  Chapter Sixteen

  I lost track of time cuddling with Deryk on the loveseat, its garish design failing to diminish the sweet moment.

  We remained like that until the sweat cooled upon our bodies and Deryk shifted position. “My legs are falling asleep.”

  I chuckled obligingly, kissed him on the cheek, and extricated myself from his lap. Deryk rose and stretched like a cat, muscle and sinew playing in defined detail under his smooth skin.

  We dressed while exchanging knowing smiles, our scents mingled and intertwined in both the air and on our bodies. I was learning to love the way he looked at me, his piercing gray gaze intent with a laser focus. I fascinated him, just as he fascinated me.