Claiming Cinderella: A Dirty Billionaire Fairy Tale

by Amy Brent

“I can’t tell you that, Rafe.” She whispered it.

  “I didn’t think so.” He kissed her once more his mouth trailing hot kisses down her chin and into the hollow of her neck.

  Lost now she put her hands in his hair, pulling his mouth closer to her skin. His hands moved to once more pull on her clothes until he freed her of the silk shirt she was wearing. He moaned outwardly as he cupped her massive breasts in his hands, moving her bra up just enough to release the hardened nipples free under the bottom of the underwire. His mouth found the first one, tugging and sucking on it hard, grabbing and caressing the other one in his hand. As his mouth worked its magic on her the other hand pinched the fat nipple between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it until it stood out even more, begging him to feast from it.

  She moaned, the feel of his hot mouth almost too much to take. He slipped his tongue out, flicking over the hardened nub wildly and she looked down at him, their eyes meeting. She watched as he quickly sucked the dark pink flesh into his waiting mouth. She shuddered at the onslaught, watching him pushing her even more over the edge.

  He moved his hands once more then, sliding his hands up her legs, gently on the outside of the skirt until he could reach around to the back and unzip the skirt, letting it drop to the floor under her. She felt her body flush, her insecurities at the forefront of her mind as he leaned back on his haunches for a moment taking her in. He moved slowly, his mouth trailing hot kisses up her inner thigh until they found the wet heat of her, giving away what she wanted, and what she was feeling.

  “Oh baby.” He whispered it as his hand moved between her thighs, the wetness of her panties visible as he moved them to one side, slipping one finger in them to touch the wetness there, proving she wanted this as much as he did.

  She felt her knees begin to shake slightly as he moved his hand. The finger so sweetly touching her became two and then he was pushing up into her with easy movements. His thumb found her button of love and he massaged it as he stroked into her with agonizing slowness. She bit her lip to stop the whimper that escaped her lips as he touched her, moving and rubbing her until she was sure she would collapse at any moment. He stopped momentarily and she exhaled quickly, thinking it was over, until his mouth found her where his fingers had just been.

  Her moan was loud as he moved her panties down and off of her quickly. His hand found their way back there and his mouth followed suit. She arched her back as she let him love her this way, teasing and tasting every inch of her. She leaned back into the wall looking down at him once more watching his head move as he feasted on the pink glistening skin exposed to him.

  Reaching up, she pulled on her own nipples, tugging on them as she moved her hips into his mouth, slowly grinding into his hot mouth. She was whimpering now, loudly and she had lost all sense of discomfort as she blatantly fucked his mouth.

  Her orgasm was intense as she buckled against the wall, feeling him lapping up her juices happily. She blinked opening her eyes as he stood then, unleashing himself from his jeans, the length of him hard and waiting. She wanted him, wanted this and she gingerly touched him, running her hand over him, moving slowly against the velvety smoothness of him.

  He inhaled sharply as she locked her lips greedily, moving them over him, slowly taking him in her mouth. The sloppy kisses were enough to drive him crazy and she soon found him in the role she herself had just left. He grabbed her head, sliding deep into her throat and back out again as he used her mouth. He moaned loudly as she took over, working her mouth on him with ease. She sucked hard on the head and felt the length of him grow even larger in her mouth. He pushed into her mouth once more, and she felt him almost in her throat as he held it there for a second longer, moaning as he pulled it back out.

  Moving now he stood and she knew what he wanted, what she wanted.

  “On the bed Lacey, now.”

  She shuddered under the command and did as he asked, scrambling onto her back waiting for him. He moved between her thighs nipping along her thighs until he found her went entrance, already waiting for him. He pressed there gently, easing her body into accepting his length until he was deep inside her, filling her up.

  He stood back some, pulling most of his length out and then he slammed back into her, the tightness still there he shuddered against her, feeling her gripping the length of him. She whimpered and moaned as he pushed again, and did so repeatedly until they were moving in unison. Gone was the sweetness of before as he took her, banging into her with such force she almost fell more than once. She yelled loudly now, no longer able to take him in quietly.

  She heard him call her name and she looked up at him as his eyes found hers. She opened her mouth to cry out once more as she started to climb that familiar climb to ceasing the ache she carried.

  “Rafeeeee.” She moaned his name out as she climaxed on him, feeling him increase the tempo and pump into her until he soon yelled loudly, spilling himself into her and pressing her down into the bed.

  He moved to lay beside her, both of them lost in the moment, both completely taken back about what had happened. She felt the coolness of the air as she glanced down at her naked from a, once more surprised by her inhibitions and how free she had been with him. Everything that had happened between them had seemed so natural and so right, but there would be repercussions, of that she was sure. Now in the aftermath, she rolled over and off the bed, quickly grabbing her shirt and panties from the floor, slipping into both of them.

  “You are beautiful Lacey, everything about that… about you was beautiful.”

  She quickly dressed the rest of the way, her face red. “You don’t have to say that Rafe. I know this was a bad idea.” She saw him frown and sit up quickly.

  “Lacey, why are you running from me. I didn’t just say that to hear myself talk, you know?”

  “I have to go; I have to get back to the house.” She scrambled more then, picking up her shoes, and pausing once to glance up at him. She let her eyes linger on him for a second.

  “It was beautiful Rafe, you're right. “She smiled at him and left then, before she ran back in there and told him that she loved him.

  Rafe

  He watched her leave, his confusing only mounting. “Damnit Lacey.” He cursed as he stood doing his best to get redressed. He moved down the stairs quickly, but he heard her leave before he could stop her.

  As the days went by he waited, hoping she would reach out to him, but she didn’t. He was staying at the house, knowing her mother was still with her at the townhouse. He had a new contracting job starting on Monday, but he was doubtful he would be able to get her to respond to him before then. It certainly wasn’t for lack of trying. He called her continually, but she wouldn’t respond to him.

  Finally, both she and her mother showed up on Sunday night. It had been almost a week since he saw her, but she had been on his mind, consuming him. He was working on his bike, cleaning out the intake when they pulled up. His eyes found her on their own, quickly taking her in. She avoided looking at him altogether as she helped gather her mother’s things instead. He gave in to her and moved to help as well. His body, only inches from her now, making him remember the sweetness of her.

  “Rafe, I’m so glad you’re still here I had no idea, did you Lacey?” She smiled and didn’t wait for an answer as she moved to hug him.”

  She was lucky she didn’t wait for a response he watched as the red blush filled up Lacey’s face, threatening to give her away.

  “I am for now. I have to head home in the morning, I have a new contract starting.” He felt the satisfaction fill him as Lacey’s head snapped up to look at him and take in his words.

  “Oh no, that’s too bad it would be nice to have a man around the house.” She gulped, her eyes filling with tears. “It’s time for me to come home, I’ve been imposing on Lacey long enough.”

  “Mom you know I love having you there.”

  “I know, I know Lacey.”

  The three of them carried her things ins
ide, moving and organizing everything she wanted them to. He watched her, wanting to say something… anything to make her realize they needed to talk. But still she avoided him. He watched her as she went upstairs to grab something else, and he followed her. She was in the closet digging around and he was there when she shut the door.

  “Really Rafe, you scared me to death.”

  “Stop running from me Lacey.”

  She started walking again. “I am not running; I just don’t know what we need to talk about Rafe.”

  “Really, you don’t think anything that’s happened this week warrants any discussion?”

  “What is there to say Rafe?”

  “Maybe I have a lot to say...”

  “Rafe… Someone is here to see you.” They heard her mother yell for them.

  “I’m coming Alice.” He pulled her close, kissing her roughly on the mouth. “I’m not done with this Lacey.”

  He moved to the top of the stairs and looked down, a fuming Lacey behind him.

  “Who is it Alice?” He moved to start down the stairs.

  Alice moved out of the way and a strikingly beautiful brunette smiled up at him. “It’s your wife Rafe.”

  Lacey

  There had been very few times in her life where Lacey was surprised. This certainly qualified as one of those times. She swallowed hard, the sick feeling in her stomach making it necessary to stop and breath a moment, though she showed no signs of it on her face.

  “What are you doing here Rachel?” His voice had changed, and now he spoke with a calmness that was unsettling.

  “We need to talk Rafey, please.” She almost pouted and it turned Lacey’s stomach even more.

  He didn’t move, and Alice took over the situation. “Lacey, why don’t you and I go start working on dinner and give these two an opportunity to chat hmm.” She smiled and Lacy nodded, moving down the stairs slowly, until she was face to face with Rachel.

  “You must be Lacey, Rafe has always had so much to say about you. Things have certainly changed it would seem.” She gave Lacey a smile that was almost evil as she gave Lacey a once over, making the heat rush to her face.

  Not to be outdone, she replied. “It's funny Rafe and I talk all the time and he never even mentioned you.” As her point hit home Lacey followed her mother into the kitchen.

  They didn’t speak for a long moment, Lacey attacked the chicken they were making with a vengeance, cutting and scoring it. She was lost in her own thoughts, never once trying to address things with her mother.

  “So how long Lacey?”

  She looked up at her mother frowning. “How long what mom?”

  “You and Rafe… how long.” Her mother methodically cut up the potatoes and carrots, never once breaking stride as she worked.

  Her mother knew her better than anyone else, she couldn’t lie about it. “I guess that depends on the question your asking mom. How long have I loved him…? Probably for ten years.”

  “I see…. How long since you two started… well you know?”

  “Mom!” She stopped working long enough to look over at her.

  “Lacey, I’m not an idiot… I know you have always loved him, but something changed and its changing you.”

  “Recently… I know it’s wrong… I know I should look at him as a brother.”

  “Well, it's certainly complicated, but you can’t help who you love dearly.”

  “It’s not like it matters mom, not just because he suddenly has a wife he’s never mentioned. We are just so different.”

  “Different how Lacey?”

  “It doesn’t matter mom; I mean we just are.”

  “Lacey you are not a child anymore. You are 20 and know exactly who you are and what you want far more than most 30 year olds. You're successful, and grounded and beautiful.”

  “Please mom.” She shoved the chicken into the oven.

  “I have all night Lacey.” Alice leaned back on the bar in the kitchen watching her.

  “He is…. Perfect... I mean, look at him. There is no room in his life. for someone like me.”

  There she said it and it was out in the open.

  “Goodness gracious Lacey is this about your weight? Don’t you think it’s time you let that go? Sure, you’re a curvy, beautiful girl. Rafe doesn’t care, if he did, he wouldn’t have taken that step in the first place. Don’t let your insecurities keep you from trying. As for his wife, I don’t know what the deal is with that situation.”

  “Yeah, well…” Lacey smiled at her mom. “I love you mom, but I need some time, a trip I think. Will you be ok? Nothing crazy just a few days?”

  Alice sighed. “Running won’t help but if it’s what you want I’ll be fine Lacey; some solitude will be good for me too I suppose.”

  Lacey heard voices upstairs and felt the ache deep down once more. She tossed her apron on the counter hugging her mother close before she moved into the living room and outside to her waiting car.

  Rafe

  “I told you to leave me alone, Rachel and I meant it, what the hell are you doing here?”

  “I came to see if you have gotten over yourself and are ready to talk about us?” She crossed her arms over her chest.

  He was once more reminded of why things had fallen apart. She was a viper, and a hateful one at that. She smiled at him moved in front of him, running her hands up his chest making him sick.

  “No Rachel, there is no “us” I told you that when I found you in bed with my friend. I’ve already got the paperwork ready, just sign the damn thing already.”

  “Rafe, don’t be ridiculous, what would you do without me. Not to mention there is all the money to think of.”

  He hated her, and everything she stood for. Marrying her had been a fool's move and he had regretted it almost instantly. She had painted a picture of a happy home, all the while spending his savings and then borrowing more money from a shark in uptown. Charging it to him of course.”

  He was paying it back, but it was taking forever, and what he really wanted to was to be rid of the entire situation.

  “I’m paying Louie back Rachel; I don’t have to be married to you to do it.”

  “That’s true Rafey, but I take him the money, keeping you safe. If you don’t have me then they will know who got the money in the first place.”

  “I don’t care anymore, Rachel, just tell them.” He was serious and he waited, watching the expression on her face change as she finally started to believe him.

  “You don’t mean that, Rafe.” She swallowed hard.

  “Yes, I do, besides, I never saw any of that money, it was you’re doing not mine. I’m paying it off because somewhere along the twisted path you and I have been on I loved you once.”

  “You love me now Rafe, I know you do.” She moved to touch him one more and he grabbed her wrists before she had a chance to take it any further.

  “No Rachel, I don’t. Go home.” I love someone else. He felt it but wouldn’t hurt her unnecessarily.

  When she was gone, he thought hard about why may happen when she did tell them where he was. She wasn’t lying when she said she was keeping him safe, in fact, she had likely kept him alive. Now, however, he wanted more… and wanted it with someone else. He felt something stir deep down as he thought of Lacey, and the look on her face when Alice said his wife was there. She had been hurt there was no masking that.

  Without looking he heard the slam of the front door as she left, followed closely by the squeal of tires as she flew out of the driveway and down the street. It was complicated but he had faith, it would all work itself out, and he would take the next big step… talking to Lacey. He made his way downstairs, carefully glancing around the room until he heard a shuffle from the kitchen. He made his way inside, knowing that regardless of who he would find there… he would face the music.

  Alice was sitting at the bar, glass in hand, waiting for him. “Come on in Rafe, come eat with me.”

  It was more of a request and less of a questio
n. He moved into the room slowly, waiting for her reaction. Even at 17 he knew better than to push his luck with his step-mother. He settled into the chair across from her.

  “I’m sorry Alice, about Rachel. It’s not what you think… not even close.”

  “I’m less concerned about Rachel than I am about Lacey, Rafe. How could you let things get out of control?

  He sighed loudly. “I don’t know how any of this happened Alice. I never meant to…” He trailed off.

  “Well, you did, and now she is as much a mess as you are.” She sipped from her glass looking out the window. “I thought your relationship was more brother and sister, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t surprised by all of this Rafe.”

  “Trust me, I am just as surprised as you are. “He glanced around the room. “Where is she anyway?”

  “Lacey needs some time Rafe, time to figure out who she is, what she wants or something like that.”

  “What do you mean she needs some time, where is she? I have been trying to get her to talk to me for a week and nothing.” He ran a hand through his hair in frustration.

  “Rafe, I know Lacey more than anyone. She has feelings for you, that much is obvious, but she needs to figure out what she wants and take a break from it. Give her some time.”

  He leaned back in his chair in frustration.

  As the weekend went on he knew he would have to go home, and start his new contract. It wasn’t far, only a 4-hour drive, but it was far enough to make it hard to leave. Alice walked him out the morning he was leaving and he hugged her tightly, once more thankful that she had been a part of his life.

  The days flew by and week after week he couldn’t seem to think about anything else but Lacey. He called Alice who reassured him that Lacey was fine, but it did nothing to comfort him… or to make him feel better about his situation. He wanted her… even now he thought about how beautiful she had been that day.

  He glanced down at the work on his table and swore, knowing he was getting nowhere. He had to see her… to find her and set the record straight about so many things. He crumbled the forms in front of him, throwing them into the basket at the end of his desk. Tomorrow was Friday, he would just drive to wherever she was… if Alice would tell him. At least he would know where he stood once and for all.