I WATCHED HER RETURN, HER shoulders hunched and her arms wrapped around her tiny body to protect her from the cold. And before I could stop myself, I stepped out of the car and rushed towards her, wrapping her in my arms that were so much bigger, so much stronger than hers.
She flinched when I touched her, but when her eyes met mine she slowly relaxed, her tight body sagging against mine. I helped her get to the door, her fingers shaking badly as she took the keys out of her purse, trying to unlock the door. She sneezed in the cutest possible way, and the keys dropped on the ground between us. We both bent down at the same time, nearly bumping heads.
“I’m s-sorry,” she stuttered, and I picked the keys up before pulling her up with me.
“That’s alright, princess,” I told her, dangling the keys in front of her eyes. “I think you dropped these.”
She looked right into my eyes as she took them from me, unlocking the door for me. So, she was alone. Fucking perfect.
I followed behind her into the cottage. It hadn’t changed much since I’d last been in it—there were barely any personal belongings in there, and the interior seemed sterile and boring. Not like my Ella at all. I bet if it was up to her, she wouldn’t have the house the way Martha liked to keep it.
“Are you going to come–” she started, turning around and bumping against my chest.
She let out a small panicked gasp and took a step back. My eyes were fixated on her lips, barely open and looking up at me like she was awaiting further instructions. Fuck, she really knew how to get me hard in seconds. I’d only come over to make sure she’d gotten my invitation. It had barely been a minute and she already had me thinking about putting her on her knees and teaching her how to fucking treat a cock properly.
“I’m already here,” I muttered, and she swallowed thickly when she looked up at me. “Are you going to offer me a cup of tea?”
“Of c-course,” she stammered, motioning for me to follow her.
I walked to the kitchen, bending down so I could get under the low support beams on the ceiling. She turned around and stifled a giggle at the sight of me standing there like a giant in a dollhouse.
“What is it?” I asked her, a hint of a smile playing on my lips. “Are you surprised to see me?”
She shrugged, starting to prepare the cup of tea she’d promised me.
“A little,” she said softly, her sweet little voice making the hairs on my arms stand up. “I was hoping I would see you before…”
I took a step closer, my words a breath against the shell of her ear.
“Before the ball?” I asked her gently, and she shivered, the cup she was holding dancing in her fingers. I caught it and held it with her own hand, saying, “You better be careful with that, little princess.”
“T-thanks,” she said, letting go of me and filling the cup with boiling water. “Why did you think you’d get to see me at the ball?”
I furrowed my brows in confusion. “Did you not get my invitation? I told them specifically to deliver it here while you were home.”
She turned around, offering me the cup of steaming tea and looking up at me with those sinful fucking eyes. She made me want to rip both our clothes off, take her right there on the fucking floor. I could barely resist the urge, letting out a growl at the sight of her hopeful eyes, those pillowy lips parting slightly for me.
“I did get it,” she said slowly. “But Martha said it was for her.”
“Martha?” It took me a second to realize what she meant, and then I burst out laughing. “Oh, God no. I… How could she think that? Of course, she’s welcome to come, but… Not like that.”
“You sure she knows that?” Ella asked me with a little smile that made me laugh out loud again.
I took the cup of tea from her and she led me into the living room. This was the room where I could see Ella the most. There was a chunky blanket folded neatly at the end of the sofa, and a small frame with an older man and a younger Ella in the photo. I stared at it for a long time, and she must have seen me noticing because she reached for it and put it face down.
“This is the only photo she lets you keep out?” I asked her gently, the tea warming my hands through the porcelain.
She averted her eyes, obviously not wanting to answer me.
“She lets me have some things in this room,” she finally admitted. “Since I sleep here.”
“You… sleep here?” I gave her a confused look. “What, on the fucking couch?”
“You don’t have to growl,” she said. “It’s not so bad. It’s warm in front of the fire.”
“Ella, this is a two-bedroom house,” I said harshly. “Why aren’t you in the other bedroom upstairs?”
She swallowed, refusing to look at me.
“Ella,” I said with a warning tone to my voice. “Tell me right now.”
“She turned it into a walk-in closet,” Ella whispered, and I cursed out loud. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you–”
I got out of the chair and slammed my cup down, spilling tea all over the nice coffee table.
“Please,” Ella said in a panic. “Don’t, you’ll leave a stain…”
I swept the cup off with one hand, and we both watched as the porcelain broke and its milky contents spilled all over the rug. There was a horrible silence in the room before Ella let out a choked sob, and fell to her knees, gathering the broken pieces of the mug.
“Ella, stop,” I told her angrily. “You’ll cut yourself. I’ll have it replaced. You’re not a fucking servant.”
“But I am,” she whispered, blinking away tears. “That’s exactly what I am, isn’t it?”
“Ella,” I said, my voice rough. “That’s not what you are. That may be your job, but it’s not what you fucking are.”
She looked down at the floor and let the tears fall. Seeing her cry like that pissed me the hell off, making me want to slap myself for putting her in that position. God, I was a damn moron for saying what I’d said, and now I had no way of taking it back.
“I’m sorry, Ella,” I said. “I’m so sorry for what I said, I really shouldn’t have.”
“It’s okay,” she muttered.
I muttered her name. Slowly, she looked up at me, those blue eyes filled to the brim and her bottom lip trembling. I tried to fight the instincts she woke inside of me, tried to pretend it didn’t make me hard as fuck seeing her so vulnerable, but I couldn’t stop the groan that escaped my lips. And she knew—she must have, because the corners of her lips turned upwards.
“Do you even know what you’re doing to me, princess?” I asked her slowly, and she looked away shyly. “Look at me, Ella. I want you always looking at me.”
“I’m s-sorry,” she stammered, finally returning her gaze to mine.
“Don’t be sorry,” I told her, my hands going to her, unable to resist her siren call anymore.
I had to touch her. Had to feel her skin under my fingertips and see what it felt like under my touch. She made me feel like a very, very bad man. So innocent and pure, and all I wanted to do was to fucking ruin her, make her submit, make her mine completely until she begged me to own her. I knew exactly what kind of collar she would wear for me, and I couldn’t fucking wait to place it on her slender, pale neck.
“Ella,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “I need to touch you. I’m sorry, I just fucking need to. Is that okay, princess?”
She gave me a small nod and I could tell she was scared as fuck, but I was past the point of caring. She wanted this as badly as I did, she just couldn’t put it into words.
I reached out for her, my fingers wrapping around her upper arm, gently pulling her against my body.
“Tell me to kiss you again,” I said, and her mouth parted with a little gasp.
“Kiss me,” she said, and before the words were fully out of her mouth, I was on her, my mouth against hers, taking what I already fucking owned.
I pulled her against me, and her petite body trembled. She was shivering, a mess of nerves and need as I held her up and made her submit.
“I’m sorry,” I said, tearing my lips from hers for just one second. “I have to taste you.”
“Taste me where?” she whispered. “Please, Rafe, I want you to…”
I kissed a line down from her lips, over her chin and down to her neck, kissing her shoulders, tasting every inch of her sinfully sweet skin. She was decadent, like a fucking delicious dessert I shouldn’t have been having, but it tempted me with its sugary sweetness and the cherry on top… And I couldn’t get enough.
“Between your legs,” I growled at her. “I want to taste your pussy, princess.”
She mewled as I grabbed her thighs and lifted her up on the counter. Her thighs were trembling with need as I parted her legs, clawing at her pants to get them off. I managed to pull them off to her knees, groaning at the sight of the panties she was wearing. Another pair for my collection, midnight blue this time, with the same lace trim as the pair I had. And there was a little wet spot at the center, soaking through the fabric and making her clench her legs together.
“Too late, princess,” I ground out. “I already saw it.”
She cried out as I lifted her ass off the counter and tugged her panties to her knees. Her pussy was right in front of me, the scent of her so intoxicatingly sweet, I thought I was going to lose my mind on the spot. I could fucking taste her in my mouth and my tongue wasn’t even on her. Sweetness so fucking intoxicating I could have eaten it for days.
I lowered myself between her legs and my little princess’ fingers wrapped in my hair, pulling hard.
“Please, Rafe,” she begged.
“Please what?” I asked roughly, and she gave me a pleading little look that only served to make me harder. “Tell me to have a taste. Tell me you’ve been saving it for me, princess.”
“Have a taste,” she begged. “Please Rafe, one taste… Just one lick, I want to feel it…”
I buried my face between her thighs, groaning at the overwhelming sweetness of her cunt. She tasted fucking divine, almost too much for my mouth. I sucked at her, unable to make myself lick because I wanted to fucking imprint the way her snatch tasted on my tongue. I sucked her clit in my mouth and she bucked her hips, letting out a cry, desperately pushing her pussy into my mouth.
“Rafe!” she cried out. “Please, oh my God, please. Don’t stop, don’t stop!”
I kept sucking her, my teeth grazing her swollen little clit and dragging out her pleasure until she was acting like a little whore, desperately begging me to do more, to bring her to a release she didn’t even understand yet. I fucking licked her, long licks from her tight little asshole all the way to her clit, tasting, filling my mouth with her syrup and making it run down my chin. She was drenched, her tight little pussy soaking my stubble and running down my face. I couldn’t stop, though. I couldn’t fucking stop myself, like I was a man possessed, intent on having that pussy all over me, intent on making her come so good she’d never forget it.
“Oh God,” she mewled. “It’s too much, Rafe, it’s too much! I’m going to…”
Her fingers pulled on my hair and she gasped and gasped and gasped as I went to town on her little snatch. Fucking untouched. No man’s land, until I claimed it for myself. I was going to fucking devour her, whether she let me or not.
I knew she was close, her bucking hips telling me it was a matter of seconds before she came apart in my arms. And I kept going because there was no way I could stop anymore. I felt my cock growing so painfully hard in my pants, I thought I was going to fucking explode, and just as it almost got to be too much, she cried out her release.
I sucked that little clit while she shuddered, mewled and begged, the words coming out of her mouth barely words at all, just little moans and screams and pleases.
And that’s when I heard the front door opening.
I moved away from her and Ella protested with a small moan. I pulled her panties and pants over her thoroughly tongue-fucked pussy and pulled her off the counter. She stumbled, and I made her lean on me, her body shivering as her stepmother walked into the room.
“Ella!” she said with surprise, her eyes going to me. “Mr. Goldwyn…”
“Hello, Martha,” I said simply. “Sorry to disturb. I came to make sure Ella got my invitation to the ball.”
“Invitation…” her face paled and she deliberately ignored what I’d said, instead focusing on the mess on the floor. “Ella! Did you break one of the mugs?”
“That was me,” I said. “I’ll make sure someone comes to clean it.”
“Nonsense,” Martha waved a hand. “Ella will do it.”
“No,” I insisted. “I’ll send someone over. I’ll tell them to clean the second bedroom out too. I hear it’s a little… overrun with clothes.”
She paled further at my words and Ella trembled in my arms. I made sure she was okay to stand, pinching that tight little ass and making her gasp before I moved away from her.
“I’ll be going now,” I said simply. “I’ll see you at the ball.”
I felt their stares on my retreating back, and I turned back, licking my lips.
“Thanks for dessert, Ella,” I winked at her, and closed the front door behind me.