Claiming Cinderella: A Dirty Billionaire Fairy Tale

by Amy Brent

  She was lost in the heated daze she was under. His mouth was alive, burning her, and she loved it. She felt his hands cup her breasts in one hand pulling it up closer to his mouth. Finally, she opened her eyes and blinked at him, suddenly regaining her senses. She tensed up, moving and shifting until she had escaped him. She was holding her shirt together and wiping her mouth with her other hand.

  “What the hell was that Randolph?” She knew she was blushing, everything in her body was on fire after all.

  “I am trying to show you that I was sincere Lynn, I do want you.” He took her hand in his then, pressing it against the rock hard length of him that was obviously excited.

  She pulled back then, her body still throbbing from the excitement he had given her. Brad never… Oh God Brad. She felt the guilt roll in in waves. She had lost herself for a moment there, and much more and she would have succumbed to anything Randolph asked her for.

  “This.” She gestured between them. “This can’t happen.” She lifted her eyes to his.

  “Do you like when I touch you Lynne? I want the truth; don’t lie to me I’ll know.” He moved then just enough to look down at her.

  “Yes… I’d be stupid if I said no. It’s just too much at once.” She said her voice wavering slightly.

  “Too much? Oh my sweet Lynne I haven’t even gotten started with you.”

  “Why are you doing this Randolph? I know I’m not your type, blonde and thin. I don’t understand your angle?” She waited for a response.

  “What am I doing what? Try to seduce you? Uh well because I want you Lynne just like I said at the restaurant.” He frowned. “By the way I don’t like blonde and skinny, I prefer my women to have a little meat on their bones sweetheart.” He leaned into the door, and she could tell he meant it.

  “I see…” She trailed off still not believing him.

  “No you don’t that’s the problem. You don’t see you.” He took her by the hand and spun her around to face her reflection in the mirror.

  “You, Lynne, are beautiful.” He stood there his hands moving once more to touch her. She felt a tear slip down her face as he moved back the hair from her face.

  She felt something different stir deep down. He was a bad boy, always in trouble with the police. He had been in an altercation a few years back, broke a guy’s nose and been in jail. He was dominating and arrogant but in this moment, right now he was sweet.

  His hands moved over her once more. Quietly he stripped her of her clothing, leaving only her panties on, his hands burning a path as he went. She felt his touch and was lost in the moment with him, wanting and waiting for more. He kissed the nape of her neck, his hands both slipping up from behind her to cup a breast in each hand. He gently tugged playfully on her nipples, causing her to feel a sweet ache begin deep down.

  His touch was intoxicating as he slowly moved lower and lower until his hand found the juncture of her thighs. He moved his fingers carefully, and agonizingly slowly under her panties until they touched the core of her, causing her to whimper and arch up against his hand.

  “That’s it baby, feel me.” He moved, rubbing his hand against the tiny button until she felt her knees start to tremble.

  “I can’t.” She whispered. Feeling him move now and turn her around to face him. He kissed her deeply, only pulling away to pull her with him to the bedroom.

  She hesitated, looking at him. If she followed him she was opening herself up to being exposed even more. She wanted to believe that he was sincere, that he wouldn’t look at her and make her feel like there was something wrong with her. It had been so long since anyone even noticed who she was, and what she wanted.

  He held his hand out to her and she took it, moving with him into the room.

  “Get on the bed Lynne, I want you.” He said it with such determination she did as he asked.

  She heard his swift intake of air as she crawled across the bed and slowly laid on her back, but up on her elbows. He was standing there, watching her. She felt heat rush through her, and instinctively she pulled the blanket over her to cover her exposed skin. He wouldn’t allow it, quickly grabbing it and throwing it on the floor.

  “Don’t ever cover yourself up when you’re with me. I love looking at you.”

  She felt her body flush at his words, she watched him as he shed his clothes and moved up the bed to join her. He was fully erect now, and she felt the hardness pressing into her thigh as he moved slowly, kissing and nipping his way up her body.

  “Just relax Lynne, I won’t hurt you.”

  She felt the warmth of his mouth along her stomach and she shifted, trying to move. He grabbed her hands then in his own, moving once more until he was lying beside her and on one elbow. He put both of her hands under his left arm, leaving her pinned down but his right hand free. His face was inches from hers, his eyes intently watching her face as he let his fingers travel over her. She couldn’t move, part of her began to panic but as he slipped his finger into her wet heat, she felt her body relax into his ministrations.

  He moved slowly at first, rubbing lightly along the lining, and soon they created a rhythm. As he worked her tiny bud she arched up against his hand seeking more, much more.

  “That’s good isn’t it baby?” He whispered it into her ear as her breath came in short gasps now.

  She glanced up then, her eyes meeting his as she climbed higher and higher still, her cries loud and intense as she crested that peak. His mouth found her immediately, kissing her moans, yet never stopping the movement of his hands. When she was spent he seemed to move into action once more. He moved above her then, straddling her.

  Jessie

  The sounds were intense, she was on fire and he wanted nothing more than to push himself inside her until he exploded. He was still moving when she hit her moment, loud, her hips bucking wildly on the bed. It was more than he could take and he wanted her, and now.

  He moved above her feeling her thick silky thighs in both of his hands. He looked down at her once, her dark hair spilling around her head and he thrust into her full force. The way she felt was almost too much. She was all heat and he was lost in her. He moved slowly at first, a little at a time, working to get his full length inside her. She moaned loudly under him, arching up to meet him - thrust for thrust and they moved together, in unison.

  He felt her quicken, her movements more frantic as he moved faster and faster. He looked at her face, watching her eyes light up as they focused on him. She whimpered loudly as he moved and he knew she was reaching that point once more. As she cried out it pushed him over the edge and gave one final thrust, deep inside her.

  They both lay there, lost in their own thoughts. He knew he had crossed a line, had gone too far but she had been so beautiful standing there, vulnerable to him, and he had wanted her with an intensity he had never felt. He felt panic set in, and confusion. He was out of his element with her, and he hadn’t thought much about how things would be after he had been with her. Sure, Brad would want to kill him but there was nothing new there.

  He thought about Brad, and what he would likely do if she told him. Just thinking about it made his blood turn to ice in his veins. If he so much as hurt a hair on her head, he would answer to him. He sat up, turning to look down at her now, a blanket pulled up to her chin. He smiled at her.

  “You are adorable.” He smiled as he redressed, putting himself back together once more. He was in a new situation with her. He cared about her feelings and didn’t want to leave her uncomfortably.

  He turned around to see her dressed as well, having slipped into a nightgown that barely covered her breasts that were threatening to spill out of it. His body responded on its own, and he was surprised to see what an effect she had on him, even now. Usually he was a one-time kind of guy, but no – not with her.

  “I don’t know how to do this Jessie, I’ve never… I mean Brad… I am just confused I guess.” She padded her way back into the other room.

  He raked a hand through h
is hair. “Well you enjoyed it, didn’t you? I mean it certainly sounded like it.” He couldn’t help but smile as she blushed. He moved to kiss her, and it was the most natural thing in the world to him.

  “Don’t worry Jessie, I’m not stupid I don’t think you’re going to fall in love with me or anything. It’s fine.” She led him to the door he had surprised her in only a short time before.

  He relaxed with her words, thankful that he hadn’t gone too far. It was best they leave the situation alone.

  Lynne

  It had been two months. Two. She chewed on her thumb nail as she paced the floor terrified. Everything had been perfect the first time, and then she had vowed to stay away from Jessie Randolph altogether. The truth was neither of them stood a chance. They met for lunch, and made love regularly, something neither of them talked about, but yet it never stopped. For hours they talked and laughed about everything and she found herself feeling more for him than she should.

  Now everything was falling apart, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. Brad, who she now realized never gave much thought to her in the first place, knew something wasn’t right and she had finally decided to end it with him. That, and the other situation she had going on. She was frozen to the spot but ready to answer when he came into the room to face her once more.

  “Tell me Lynne, what do you have going on that could possibly make you walk away from me, and hurry up I have to get in there.” He gave her a half glance as she decided to put it off once more. The banquet room was quickly filling up with people, and she knew that she would fare better later.

  “Later, for now go enjoy the event.” She waited for a response from him, but instead he left her standing there as always.

  She sighed, gently running a hand over her stomach. Everything was different now, and she needed to think about more than just herself. She knew Brad wouldn’t miss her, he was always gone now with new friends and she didn’t quite ever get invited. She pushed through the heavy curtain and made her way towards the table reserved for them. She saw him then, standing along the far wall.

  He watched her, and she loved it. If she were honest she would go so far as to say that she loved him. Even now he was surrounded by two beautiful women, much like Brad in the other room. She did her best to lift her chin up, avoiding him entirely. He would miss her probably at first, but then he would replace her with someone better, more suited for him. Someone he could bring to these events and be proud of.

  She felt the pain of it all at once, the neglect from Brad, and the beauty of what she had with Jessie. The commonality was the same between them, neither wanting to give an inch of the real world up for her. She knew it was time to go, once and for all. She stood then, glancing at him once so that she could remember the way he looked at her. She smiled and turned to leave.

  Everything happened at once then. She walked along the long hall towards the front of the building and yet she felt him there before he even said a word. She knew he wanted to ask her why she had been avoiding him, and why she never made time for him anymore.

  Turning she faced him, his gaze looking at her intently. “What are you doing Lynne, and don’t give me some BS story because I’ll know it, I always know it?”

  “I ended it with Brad, and I am leaving. It’s for the best for all of us.” She touched her hand to his face, taking him in all at once.

  He pulled her to him, kissing her deeply. “No you’re not. I’ve been trying to get you to face this between us and now you are running from me.”

  “Really Lynne… so you are cheating on me with this piece of shit?” Brad moved down the stairs to grab her arm, yanking on her fiercely.

  “Brad let me go.” She tried to pull back but he held her tight.

  “Let me guess Jessie, you saw her and thought it was as good an opportunity as any to get back at me huh?” Brad pulled her closer to him.

  “Listen Brad, I’m only going to tell you this once and once only. You let her go your sonofabitch, and I mean now.”

  She noticed the deadly calm that surrounded him and she knew he meant it.

  “Or what Jessie, you can’t do a damn thing and you know it. You touch me and that’s your career right down the drain.”

  She frowned looking at Jessie.

  “I don’t give two shits about that Brad, what I care about is Lynne.” She felt her heart swell.

  “Hmm so this has nothing to do with Rachel does it?” She looked at Brad who sneered at her. “Yes sweetheart see I stole a girl away from Jessie once, and he vowed he would take one from me. So I hope you didn’t place any high hopes in your love life with him.” Brad laughed.

  She felt her heart breaking in little pieces when she looked at Jessie and saw his crestfallen look. “Once I did say that, but it was a long time ago, and long before you.” He spoke directly to her.

  Brad gripped her tighter. Looking down on her as she smiled at Jessie. She felt the sting of his hand as he slapped her hard. Her knees hit the floor with such force she felt the wind being knocked out of her. She knew Jessie would go for him now, just like he wanted.

  “Jessie don’t.” She stopped him before he could move. “He’s not worth it Jessie let it go.”

  “Tell her the rest of it Brad, tell her why.” She noticed the white knuckles Jessie had clenched at his side.

  Brad laughed loudly. “Same bitch different day. She was good for a ride; unlike the dead fish I get with you.” He gestured towards her. “You know I don’t get it anyway Jessie. I see you leave every field party and every even with a new girl on your arm. All of which are way better looking than her. What gives, why did you come back for more?”

  Jessie let his hands relax and Lynne finally stood once more, wiping a slight trickle of blood from the corners of her mouth.

  “It doesn’t matter Jessie, don’t give up your career for this.” She moved to walk towards him but Brad pulled her back once more.

  “Brad stop… listen to me ok.” She was scared and yet she had to calm the situation down. She had no choice… “Listen, if you like your career you need to let me go, let me go from here and let me go out of your life. If you hurt one hair on my head, I am going to the campus and telling everyone who will listen to the fact that you beat up a pregnant lady.”

  Both men stopped in their tracks, neither wanting to move. “Well the bastard isn’t mine, I haven’t touched her in months.” Brad let her go then and she moved away from him.

  Jessie was still looking at her, surprise on his face. She knew he had a lot of questions, most of which she would answer later.

  “You know what Jessie; you can have her. She can never quite seem to get herself together. No matter what I do she won’t lose weight or give a shit about me.” He started to leave.

  “You were lucky to have me Brad.” She didn’t turn or say another word instead she left into the night to find her car.

  The police were there suddenly, easily placing the blame on Jessie. They cuffed him, and took him. Throwing him into a car as he was violently cursing about everything under the sun. She knew he had done nothing wrong, and he would be out in no time.

  “Lynne, go make sure everything is fine.” He glanced down at her stomach and back up to meet her eyes. She never responded, she had chance to as they started asking her questions. It was the least she could do for him. She looked over, not surprised to see Brad laughing with one of the officers.

  For now, she just wanted to go home. She moved shakily taking a step away from him, and closer to her car… and freedom.

  Jessie

  He was in a damn cop car. Of all places he had vowed to never find himself back in one of those. He kicked at the seat in front of him, furious. She was pregnant, and he knew it was his. They had spent too much time… He swore under his breath. Somewhere along the way he had fallen in love with her, and he had been a coward to never tell her before now. He had stood there while she sat alone and that alone killed him. He had learned more about himself ove
r the last two months than he had in a lifetime of partying and vengeance.

  He spoke to the judge, biding his time until he could go. He knew she would likely leave and he would then be forced to follow her until he figured out where she had gone. If he could just see her he could tell her how he really felt.

  When the morning finally came he was out of the building like a light. He slipped into the cab that was waiting for him and went straight to her apartment. He knew she was gone, he felt it before he even knocked but he had to try. She was gone, and with her was his son or daughter. He sighed, he had resources, he had more money than he knew what to do with after all. He would find her just as soon as she settled somewhere. He hated the idea of her being alone, especially when she could be there with him.

  Slowly he made his way down the apartment stairs. He wanted to make things right, he wanted her! He realized he had no car and would need to call for one, but for the moment he wanted to walk, to clear his head. He rounded the corner of the small strip mall by her complex. He never really paid much attention to what was there, always passing it by as he’d made his way to her. He looked up and smiled as he passed a bakery. She loved bread, and he hated how she starved herself in the beginning. He loved her now, healthy and beautiful.

  He heard the tinkle of laughter in the store. He followed it, hoping to make what he wanted a reality. He saw her there, laughing nervously as the man behind the counter turned over a chunk to her. She was so beautiful it almost hurt him to look at her. He waited, knowing she would come out soon. When she did he watched her pause, waiting for him to say something.

  “Wait… before you say anything please let me explain.” He jumped in first.

  “Rachel was my friend; a neighbor I grew up with. Brad dated her for a year or so and when he was done he hurt her, badly. She never would tell me what he did but she was horribly depressed after that. I beat the shit out of him for hurting her that way and I did vow to take a girl from him. But the truth is I’ve done that 100’s of times. You are different, and you have been from the moment we first had lunch. I love you Lynne, I have for a long time and I want you to stay… to be with me and let me love you.”