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  Collaring Cinderella

  Copyright © 2017 Isabella Starling

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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright

  Dedication

  Playlist

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Epilogue

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  To all the dirty girls in my group!

  xx, Isa

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  T HE MOMENT I SAW HER , I knew my cock was going to end up balls deep inside her tight virgin pussy.

  Her long blonde hair was up in a messy bun on her head, and her ass looked fucking sinful in those tight pink yoga pants she was wearing. Her shirt was tied in a knot right above her bellybutton, exposing the tanned, toned skin of her navel. The girl’s feet were bare as she worked the marble beneath her, and she was on her knees already.

  “I’m happy to see someone working their position,” I growled as I watched her, and her eyes shot up as if she’d been slapped. “Don’t mind me, girl. Keep fucking scrubbing.”

  “Mr. Goldwyn!”

  I didn’t even look in the direction of the scolding voice, my eyes too focused on the blonde beauty that was taking care of my floors with such great attention. She was lucky I didn’t make her lick them clean for my own amusement.

  “Mr. Goldwyn,” the voice repeated, the tone colder this time around. “I’d like you to meet my daughter.”

  This time, I actually tried to tear my eyes off her, but it was also the moment she chose to sit back on her heels with her palms on her knees, and her eyes looking up at me with utter obedience. And just like that, I was a fucking goner. My eyes stayed glued to the girl.

  “Miss Monroe,” I said, never taking my gaze off her once. “I wasn’t aware you had a family.”

  She mumbled something under her breath and if I knew my housekeeper at all, she was cussing me out. I grinned at the girl, and her eyes widened at the sight of me. She was perfectly silent, in the exact position I wanted her in. The girl couldn’t have been any more perfect if she tried.

  “We talked about this,” Miss Monroe reminded me patiently. “You asked for me to bring in another member of staff to help around the house, and I suggested I bring in my daughter who was free for the summer holidays.”

  That’s right, she did.

  My house was getting unmanageable for poor old Martha. She’d been working for me for the better part of a decade, but I barely remembered her talking about a daughter.

  “What’s her name?” I asked Martha, staring straight at the girl.

  This bothered her. She got up furiously, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear and glaring at me like I’d just committed the worst faux-pas she’d ever heard.

  Little did this little girl know, I was going to have her on her knees eating my cum off a pussy-juice covered cock the first chance I fucking got.

  “My name is Ella,” the girl said fiercely, sticking her hand out for me to shake.

  I grinned at her, grabbed that dainty little palm and pulled her against me. She let out a gasp so timid it made my cock twitch, and I didn’t stop until she was an inch away. Then, I raised her hand to my lips and kissed the top of it, my beard brushing against her soft skin.

  “Ella,” I repeated with a wicked grin. “What a pretty name.”

  She straightened up, and her tits were in my face like she was begging me to suck those nipples peeking through her shirt. The girl was a walking felony, and I already knew I was in trouble. I could only hope her sexy little ass was legal, because I was going to fill it to the brim, and she was going to beg for more with each thrust of my powerful hips.

  “And you are Mr. Goldwyn, I presume,” the little princess said with a meaningful look.

  I fought the urge to lift her up into my arms and leaned closer to speak instead.

  “Rafe,” I said against her cheek, watching the skin on her neck prickle as she listened to me.

  “Mr. Goldwyn!” her mother snapped.

  Finally, I fucking forced myself to look away from her hot piece of ass daughter, and focused my attention back on my housekeeper.

  “Thank you, Miss Monroe,” I said with a grin. “That will be all.”

  Her mouth set in a thin line and she nodded, then looked at her daughter and motioned for the girl to follow her down the hallway. Just as the younger Miss Monroe was about to follow, I called out for her.

  “Wait!”

  She froze on the spot like a good girl should. I could see her shoulders hunching up as she awaited further instructions, and her mother tapped her foot against the floor, obviously impatient.

  “Mr. Goldwyn, really,” she said in an exasperated tone. “We have work to do.”

  “I’ll send her after you,” I replied in a syrupy sweet voice, without so much as glancing in Martha’s direction. “That will be all.”

  I could sense her hesitating, but in the end, she merely swallowed a snarky reply and left the room, shaking her head—that much I could see out of my peripheral vision. But now my attention was solely focused on the luscious blonde in front of me. She crossed one arm in front of her body protectively, as if she was trying to shield her sexy little body from my eyes. I should’ve bent her over my knee and spanked that bubble butt raw for that.

  I waited until I couldn’t hear Martha’s retreating footsteps any longer, and then I spoke up.

  “Ella,” I said roughly.

  Her eyes fluttered over my face. I towered over the girl, who was tiny and petite. My body seemed huge compared to hers, broad-shouldered and toned with so much muscle, I could’ve thrown her
over my shoulder easily. And in that moment, I wanted nothing more than to drag her to my bedroom like a fucking caveman. She had awakened the primal instinct inside me, and my eyes drank her in without shame or hesitation before I spoke up again.

  “You’re a virgin, aren’t you?”

  Her sexy little mouth parted open in shock, and for a second I was sure she was going to smack me with the dirty rag in her hands.

  “I don’t see how–” she started, but I cut her off before she could get a full sentence out. I only had one question, and I didn’t give a shit about anything else.

  “Are you legal?” I growled at her, barely resisting the urge to grab a handful of her ass and haul it on top of me.

  She hesitated, and I took a step closer. Her mouth parted again, this time gasping without an exhale.

  “Answer me.”

  My voice was firm, and her own trembled as she spoke up.

  “Yes, I just turned eighteen,” she whispered. Her voice was so fucking soft, it felt like a caress. I reached for her and she flinched when my fingers tried to brush against her cheek, bowing away from my touch.

  “I won’t bite,” I told her. “Though I might see how many licks it takes to get to your delicious center.”

  “You’re…” she breathed, and I grinned at her.

  “Sexy?” I helped her. “Impossible? Making you wet? Is your sweet little pussy dripping already, Ella?”

  I leaned closer still, until my breath was in her ear and I could murmur nasty little things to inspire that pretty head of hers.

  “Because I can fucking smell you,” I whispered in the shell of her ear, and she shivered so nicely my cock twitched.

  My mouth wanted to find her skin and suck on it, latch on to that shiny, smooth surface and suck it dry of all its sweetness. I wondered how fucking good she must taste between her legs, whether her pussy made wet little sounds as it got the stickiness sucked out of it.

  “Don’t be obscene,” she squeaked, and I laughed out loud as she took a step back. “Really, who do you think you are?”

  “Listen, girl,” I told her, sighing and leaning a palm against the wall by her head. “You need to accept what’s inevitably going to happen here. You think I haven’t noticed this little wet spot here?”

  I glanced at her crotch and she did her best to clench her thighs together. I was bluffing, but sweet little Ella didn’t need to know that. She looked around, obviously panicking as she realized I’d just effectively caged her pretty little body underneath mine.

  “Scared yet?” I asked gently, and she let out the softest little whimper as she cowered under my touch. “Why don’t you just fucking admit it, girl? Your pussy’s been soaking those tight pants since you saw me watching you.”

  “N-no,” she choked out proudly, her eyes avoiding mine.

  Her bottom lip trembled, making me wonder what it would feel like to pull it out, biting it between my teeth. She’d look so good a little tousled up. I couldn’t wait to see her out of breath.

  “Since before then?” I asked, and she averted her eyes guiltily. It made me laugh out loud. “Is that so, little girl? You’ve known who your mom’s been working for all along? You touch yourself to the pictures of me you see in your little magazines? Cover up my date’s face and pretend it’s you? Good fucking girl, doing my work for me. Bet you worked that sweet little cunt until it squirted over your fingertips. I do hope your mom didn’t hear.”

  “S-she’s not my mom,” Ella stuttered, and I grinned in her face.

  If that was the only thing she found objectionable in my whole speech, I knew I’d hit the nail on the head. She knew exactly who I was, and I was willing to bet that her pussy did as well. Nasty little girl, playing with her princess parts with her mom in the other room. I licked my lips at the thought of it.

  “What is she, then?” I asked her curiously.

  “She’s my stepmother,” Ella admitted.

  Was I imagining it, or was there a hint of sadness in her voice? Like she wasn’t too pleased about her stepmom being none other than Martha Monroe.

  I’d never had a problem with Martha working for me. She was diligent, hard-working, and stern. She didn’t abide anything that wasn’t perfection, and her style suited me. I didn’t give a shit about her personal life, and she didn’t pry into my own. She was the exact kind of private employee I wanted to work in my home. And now, she had another winning point to add to her resumé—a step-daughter so sexy, I wanted to fuck her in front of her family, or whoever else wanted to fucking watch, because I wasn’t going to deny myself that sweet pussy for much longer.

  “Martha is your stepmother,” I repeated. “So, who is your father? What’s your story, little Ella?”

  She wouldn’t meet my eyes, wringing the dirty cloth between her fingers. I hated the sight of it in her perfect little hands. I wanted to take it away, replace her casual outfit with an expensive dress, put a high-end lipstick on her lips and designer shoes on her dainty feet. I wanted to make her into the princess she was destined to be.

  “I don’t see how that’s any of your business,” she said firmly, and I chuckled out loud.

  “I’ll make it my business,” I assured her. “And you’re going to tell me all your fucking secrets next time I see you, Ella.”

  She blushed and dodged my mouth when I leaned down against her. I still hadn’t touched her, hadn’t even laid a finger against her perfect skin. But God, I fucking wanted to. I wondered whether her skin would feel as smooth as it looked. I wondered if she’d hiss, moan or gasp as I dragged my teeth down her neck to her tits.

  “I’ll let you go,” I said in a softer tone. “You can leave now, little Ella. But I’m going to find you later. I’m not done with you.”

  She ducked under my arm to get away, and just as she was about to relax, I wrapped my fingers around her tiny wrist and pulled her tight little body against mine.

  The reaction was instant, like a chemical explosion going off in a beaker and shattering the glass.

  Her body submitted to mine like it was made to do so, and the second our skin touched, her back arched towards me. So fucking beautiful, and totally unable to resist the magnetic pull I’d already discovered. It just took one touch to convince her, and I could tell from the loud gasp that burst from her mouth that she was aware of the electricity between us.

  “Yeah,” I grinned against her ear. “Just thought I’d show you what I knew the second I saw you on your knees, little Ella.”

  “You… What did you do?” she asked shakily, finally raising those eyes to look into mine. “What did you do to me?”

  “I put a spell on you,” I grinned at her. “And now you’re fucking mine.”

  She ripped herself out of my embrace and started walking away from me, her fearful eyes looking over her shoulder. But there was a hint of a smile playing on those beautiful full lips, and it made me chuckle. If she wanted to play cat and mouse, I was more than game for it. It would make my victory that much sweeter, and I could make her do anything I fucking wanted once I finally got my big, strong hands on her doll-like body.

  “See you around, Mr. Goldwyn,” Ella smiled softly over her shoulder.

  My cock jumped to attention, the mere sound of her voice making it stand up and beg to be taken care of.

  “Bye, little princess,” I muttered under my breath. “Maybe I’ll give you a pearl necklace before I let you wear your crown…”

  M ARTHA WAS GIVING ME THE stink-eye.

  It was hard not to notice it. Every time I turned towards her, she was glaring at me out of the corner of her eye, her mouth set in a thin line and her expression annoyed with everything I was doing. It was something I was used to, but that day it was especially vicious.

  “I’m done with the dining room,” I told her, once I’d finished up. “I was thinking I could do the master bedroom next.”

  “Done?” she asked, picking up a fork from the silverware drawer and inspecting it so closely I had to stifle b
ack a laugh. “You call this done?”

  “Yes,” I replied calmly. “I’ve scrubbed everything, and there’s nothing wrong with that fork. It’s perfectly clean.”

  “If you’re happy with it,” Martha said in a cool tone. “I guess it will have to do, even though I would have done a better job, obviously.”

  I had to fight the urge to roll my eyes. She set the fork down and glared at me.

  “You’re not doing the master bedroom, though,” she said, and I stared back at her. “Mr. Goldwyn doesn’t like anyone in there but me.”

  She puffed her chest out when she said it, as if it was some special honor getting to clean a rich businessman’s mess in the bedroom.

  Well, maybe when the businessman looked like Rafael Goldwyn, it really was an honor…

  Sexy, tall, dark and handsome. A man who played the main role in so many teenage dreams, especially mine.

  I hadn’t wanted to admit it, but when he’d cornered me earlier he’d guessed correctly. Of course, I’d seen him before—Martha never shut up about him. And since I was curious, I might have Googled him once or twice too many, staring at that ridiculously sculpted face covered in dark stubble. Okay, so maybe I was a little addicted to him. There was nothing wrong with having a little crush, was there?

  It wasn’t like I spent hours and hours cutting out magazine clippings like my stepmother. She was obsessed with Mr. Goldwyn, and it wasn’t even that hard to notice. The fact that he seemed oblivious to her glaring attraction to him took me by surprise, but I figured he wasn’t even remotely interested in someone like a housekeeper who polished his silverware.

  But he had seemed awfully interested in me.

  Goosebumps erupted all over my skin when I remembered his tall, broad-shouldered body caging me under him. He’d sent a shiver down my spine and a tingle between my legs. He really was something, a dozen times better-looking in person. Those photos didn’t do him justice… And my fingers bringing myself to an orgasm hadn’t, either. That night, I would though. I’d tease my clit into a release so intense I’d soak the bed for him… Dream of Mr. Goldwyn between my legs instead, cleaning me with his tongue.