Stealing Cinderella(51)
“It’s my duty. There’s nothing more to it.”
“You have no idea how much power you have.” She shakes her head in frustration. “All the things you could change. The lives you’ve already changed.”
“Ella.” My voice is a warning. “This isn’t up for discussion.”
Her lips flatten, and she falls quiet, but I have a feeling this isn’t the last I’ll be hearing about this from her. It’s better if she just accepts things as they are. When she looks at the world and sees possibilities, I need her to understand there aren’t any in me. I’m a parched desert where nothing can grow, and she could rain down her light on me every day, but that won’t change anything. I’m certain of that.
“Let’s get you cleaned up.” I carry her into the bathroom, repeating the process of filling the tub and testing the water before I set her down inside it.
When I reach for the soap, she stills my arm, wrapping her delicate fingers around my wrist as she looks up at me with the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen. “I want to wash you.”
The word no is already perched on my tongue. “Ella—”
“Please?” she begs. “Just this one time. I’ll be quick.”
Before I can even answer her, she’s sliding her hands inside my jacket and pushing it down over my shoulders. I shouldn’t let her have her way, but I’m curious to see what benefit she possibly thinks she could gain by washing my body.
Her fingers deftly move over the buttons of my shirt next, tugging the hem from the waistband of my trousers. I do the rest of the work and discard the clothing onto the bathroom floor. When I’m standing before her naked, my cock at eye level, it occurs to me again how small she is. Yet, she isn’t afraid of me. Even after I paddled her ass and tormented her with the wax. Her courage has returned, not wavering for a second in the face of the monster as she summons him to join her.
I step inside the tub, and she shifts her body to the front, leaving the back for me. Water sloshes against the sides and over the edges when I sit down, resting my back against the smooth porcelain. Ella perches her body weight onto her knees as she wedges her frame between my spread thighs. I’ve never done this with anyone, and I’m hyperaware of her as she explores my body with her eyes. She’s a hungry little goddess, and I’ve never felt more like prey.
Ella squeezes some soap into her hands and works them into a lather, starting in on my feet first. A tremor moves through me as she massages the insoles, her small fingers working magic that I never knew existed. There’s a chemical reaction in my brain, a shot of dopamine on steroids. My eyes fall shut, and a heaviness settles into my bones as she touches me with a sincerity that I want to believe is real. Even after I tortured her, she only has good to give me. Good that I don’t deserve.
“Does that feel okay?” she asks hesitantly.
I grunt in response, not bothering to open my eyes, and I can almost feel her smile as she watches me. A few more seconds. That’s all I’m going to give her. But then she moves up my legs, massaging my calves as she goes. I never knew there was so much tension there. But as it turns out, there’s tension everywhere, and Ella finds it. I don’t even know how long it goes on for. She bathes me. Rubs me. Takes care of me. And I let her because I’m under her spell. She sees things in me that nobody else ever has, and it plagues me.
Four.
Her whispered observation when she was on the ecstasy comes back to me as she washes my body in strokes of the same number. I should tell her to stop. I should warn her I know exactly what she’s trying to do. But it feels too good. Nothing has ever felt this good.
Ella’s fingers crawl through the hair on my head, pressing into my skull as she straddles me, her pussy rubbing against my cock. I’m hard for her again, but I don’t want to move. I want to stay in this dream forever, where nothing can ever rob us of this moment.
She tilts my head back, and I open my heavy, drugged eyes to meet hers. So pretty. So blue. She clasps my face between her palms and rocks her body against me as her lips find mine. I kiss her back, lazy and possessive as my fingers curl into her hips.
At some point, she slides my dick inside her, bathing me in her warmth. It feels like heaven, and I can’t figure out what’s so special about her. Why haven’t any of the others ever felt like this?
Ella seems to read my mind, forcing my head back against the tub, so I have a direct view of her as she rolls her body along the length of my cock. She reaches down for my hands, tangling her fingers with mine before she lifts them over my head and pins them to the tile behind me. Her eyes are dark and hot, wild with lust as she fucks me. She isn’t trying to control me; she’s trying to possess me. And I let her because I realize at this moment, I’m defenseless against her.
I could easily overtake her. Flip her over and hammer into her from behind. But I don’t want to. I want to watch this fire goddess awaken me. I want to watch her give me pleasure like I’ve never known.
She bites her lip to stifle a groan, and in the process, she loses her grip on my wrists. When she collapses into me, I tug her nipple with my teeth, and she squeezes my dick with her body. The first spasm leaves her gasping for breath, and I wrap my arms around her, holding her hostage as I drive into her from below.
Water splashes everywhere and Ella’s hands slide down the edge of the tub as she cries out over and over again. When she starts to kiss my throat, sucking at my skin and torturing me with her teeth, it’s all over for me. She rocks her hips against me, owning every convulsion of my cock as I unleash inside her. We fall into each other, breathless, and don’t resurface again for several minutes. When I do, I’m aware of the fact that my arms are still wrapped around her and my cock limp but tucked away in the sanctuary of her body.