The Dark Forest: A Collection Of Erotic Fairytales(57)
What was once a long, dark, epic story had now finally found its happily ever after.
The End
About the Author
Alta Hensley
Alta Hensley is a USA TODAY bestselling erotic romance author who has had #1 top-selling books in Dark, contemporary, BDSM, erotic science fiction, humor, and historical. She writes the naughty... and then the cure for it.
Being a multi-published author in the power exchange genre, Alta is known for her dark, gritty alpha heroes, sometimes sweet love stories, hot eroticism, and engaging tales of the constant struggle between dominance and submission.
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Other Titles by Alta Hensley:
Harem Series
In the Palace of Lazar - Book One
Conquering Lazar - Book Two
The Black Stallion Trilogy
(With Maggie Ryan)
Maddox, Book 1
Stryker, Book 2
Single Titles
No White Knight
Dark Feather
Caring For Citrine
Traditional Love
Traditional Terms
Traditional Change
Poppa's Progeny
The Slave Huntsman
Ruby Rose
Of Yesterday
Captured by Time (with Carolyn Faulkner)
A New Forever (with Carolyn Faulkner)
Enrolling Little Etta (with Allison West)
The Nanny (with Allison West)
Little Secrets (with Allison West)
Audiobooks
Ruby Rose
Caring for Citrine
Of Yesterday
Poppa’s Progeny
Lady Templar
Conquering Lazar
In the Palace of Lazar
The Nanny
Little Secrets
Enrolling Little Ella
Saving Ella
A Cinderella Story
Tabitha Black
Saving Ella Warning:
Seduced by his music and drawn to his gaze, she will kneel before him; his to obey. If you tremble and wince at the thought of such blind obedience then this may not be the tale for you. But if the thought of absolute control makes your heart flutter, then turn the page!
Love,
Tabitha Black
Chapter One
“Brace yourself, Ella. You know you deserve this.”
Placing her palms flat on the polished oak desk, Ella blew a strand of blonde hair out of her face and bit her lower lip. She knew what would happen next. It was always the same.
“Are you ready?” Nathan continued.
“For God’s sake, just get on with it. As much as I know you enjoy dragging this out, I do have work to do,” she said—rather snippishly, considering she was bent over a desk with her bared and vulnerable backside pointed forlornly at the ceiling.
“I’m well aware of your chores.” Her stepbrother’s tone was just as dismissive. “Your failure to complete them all on time is why you’re here.”
“It’s absolutely impossible to complete all those chores on time, and you know that as well as I do,” she snapped. “The only reason why I’m given such a ridiculous list every damn day is because your mother,” she put extra emphasis on the word, “knows you get some kind of perverse kick out of punishing me this way. And how she loves to indulge her beloved son.”
“That’s a lie!” Nathan yelled, bringing the wooden paddle down with a resounding crack.
A blaze of pain seared across both Ella’s buttocks and she gasped, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the desk harder in order to hold her position. Taking a deep breath, she debated briefly whether or not to keep taunting him. Fuck it.
“Most of those stupid tasks are pointless anyway,” she went on. “Ever since we moved into this smaller house, the housework would be easily managed if we split it evenly between everyone. But oh, no… you and your darling sister get to lounge around all day while I have to do everything.”
She bit her lip as Nathan brought the paddle down again, the thick wood landing in precisely the same spot, reigniting the burn. Once she’d absorbed the initial sting, she glanced at him over her shoulder. “Tell me, darling brother,” she said mockingly, “are you hard now?”
“Shut up!” The third and fourth swats landed in quick succession.
Ella closed her eyes, trying hard to keep her temper in check. It was so unfair. Ever since her father had died, she had become like the household slave, having to do everything for her stepmother, not to mention her step-siblings, Nathan and Anastasia. Every weekend, she watched enviously from her bedroom window as they left the house to go and party, all dressed up in the latest fashions, piling into cars filled with laughing, jubilant friends, while she herself still had endless and mundane housework to do.
I have no life. It’s so unfair. Why did Father have to die? Theoretically, now that Ella was over eighteen, she should be able to leave home… but her stepmother, unwilling to lose free slave labor, had made it impossible. The evil woman had confiscated Ella’s birth certificate and all other important paperwork, and Ella had never been permitted to learn how to drive—although, of course, her siblings had. With no friends and no social network outside the house, it was quite simple: she had nowhere else to go.