Claiming Cinderella: A Dirty Billionaire Fairy Tale

by Amy Brent

  “Since you’re mine, I’d like to make you a little more comfortable,” he said as he reached for the zipper. on my back and started pulling it down.

  I smiled as my body began to pulse with anticipation. Drunken sex with Fletcher had been incredible; I could only imagine what sober sex would be like.

  As he peeled the dress off my body, his mouth met mine. Even though the tenderness of his previous kiss was still there, this one was a lot more hungry and urgent. He kissed me like he meant it. Each swipe of his tongue against mine or nibble of his teeth on my lips felt like a hot iron marking me as his. I welcomed the fire and the brand like they were the air I needed to live.

  The moisture gathering between my thighs soaked through the flimsy fabric of my panties as Fletcher removed my mustard dress and underwear. Once my body was bare, he pushed me on my back and rose to his knees to gaze at me.

  With a sigh and a click of his tongue, he said, “You look edible right now.”

  His words, the secret meaning they held and the way Fletcher was staring at me made my cheeks heat with a flush. With his tongue peeking between his mouth, he reached for my face.

  The touch started out innocent; just a light pressure of his palm against the line of my jaw. He had touched me like that many times, but this was the first time that alcohol had nothing to do with it and his soberness made it so much better.

  Before I could fully enjoy the feel of his skin against mine, Fletcher pulled his palm away, so only the tips of his fingers were in contact with my flesh. Slowly, he trailed a line around my jaw and across my check until his index finger came in contact with my lips. Then, in the same unhurried pace, he pushed the appendage inside my mouth and, instinctively, I started to suck on it.

  With a sexy, lazy smirk on his lips, Fletcher brought his mouth down to my neck and started kissing and nibbling and sucking on my skin. He continued to work his finger in and out of my mouth, as his still covered erection pressed into my bare, soaked center and his lips lowered down to my breasts.

  I moaned when he took a nipple into his mouth and rolled his tongue around it before trapping my hardened peak between his teeth. The feeling was intense and right between pleasure and pain, but I didn’t complain. I had agreed to be his and as such knew I was completely at his mercy—which was exactly where I wanted to be.

  He continued to pleasure me like that until I started to squirm. Then, he moved to the other nipple and did the exact same thing.

  My arousal dripped off me and soaked the fabric of Fletcher’s boxer briefs as he continued to press his covered erection against my clit. I wanted to reach down and remove the fabric so I could feel him against me, but the pleasure he was coaxing out of me was so intense my limbs felt like noodles.

  As if sensing how close to an orgasm I was, Fletcher released my nipple and started kissing a downward line through my body. The anticipation for what I knew would happen made me shiver, and when his mouth finally reached his destination between my thighs, I cried out with pleasure.

  Taking advantage of my opened mouth, Fletcher removed the finger I’d been sucking on and brought it down to my opening. Another cry of delight escaped me when he inserted the slick finger deep inside me.

  Overwhelmed by the sensations, I closed my eyes and enjoyed as he flicked tongue against my clit and massaged my G-spot with his finger. The orgasm that had been brewing inside my belly started to swell and take over every inch of my being until .it finally exploded.

  With my back arched and my fingers clawing at Fletcher’s hair and the bedsheets, I cried out and called his name over and over as my body was flooded with waves of the most intense pleasure I had ever felt. Then, as I finally relaxed into the wonderful afterglow of my orgasm, he licked my juices clean and finally pulled out his boxer briefs.

  As his cock came loose—all thick and pink and delicious—I licked my lips and tried to reach for it. I wanted to taste him so bad, but my arms were still too soft to move. So, Fletcher moved instead.

  Draping his body over mine, he placed the head of his cock against my opening and kissed my lips as he pushed himself inside. Unlike the last time we had sex, his movement was slow and gave me time to thoroughly enjoy the feeling of my body widening and molding itself around his girth. Once he was fully buried inside of me, he kissed my lips and started moving his hips.

  His eyes stayed locked with mine as we lost ourselves in the secret conversation of our bodies. The last time had been fucking. This, however, was undoubtedly lovemaking and it was like a dream.

  The room was filled with soft moans and little groans. Fletcher’s hands grabbed at my skin and massaged my breasts, as mine squeezed his firm ass and scratched at his back. A new orgasm started to build inside me in the same deliciously slow pace, and I enjoyed every jolt of electricity and every wave of warmth that washed over me.

  Reluctantly, my eyes fluttered closed as I felt my body hang at the edge of the cliff. Shivering and tightening around Fletcher’s cock, I whispered, “Oh, my gosh. I’m gonna come.”

  A smile formed on the lips that were kissing my neck. “Do it, baby. Come for me.”

  And I did. My nails dug into Fletcher’s flesh, and my back arched as my body exploded with my second orgasm of the morning. It was somehow even more intense than the first, and he kept going until he had drawn every last bit of pleasure out of me.

  Once my orgasm simmered and my consciousness returned, Fletcher pulled out of me and flipped me on my stomach. I yelped as he grabbed me by the hip creases and pulled me up onto all fours.

  “You have such a perfect ass, Gracie,” he said as he ran his hands over my cheeks. He bent forward and ran his tongue from my lower back all the way up to my neck. Then, he positioned his cock at my opening and placed his mouth in line with my ear, and added, “One day, I’m gonna make that ass mine as well.”

  The forbidden promise in his words made me gasp. As I did, Fletcher pushed himself back inside of me with one powerful, sharp thrust. I gasped again, and again, and again as he started to pound mercilessly into me.

  His moves were no longer careful and loving. They were primal and fierce and fantastic. I had absolutely adored being loved by Fletcher, and being fucked by him—especially when he was sober and his moves were precise—was just as mind-blowing.

  As a new orgasm started to warm me from within, Fletcher’s groans became more animalistic. I could feel him stiffen inside me as his thrusts became faster and more intense.

  “Let go with me, baby,” he urged, and as the obedient girl that I was, I promptly obeyed.

  Together, we cried each other’s name as we found our release. We stayed connected, his cock pumping slowly into me and my inner muscles milking the last few drops of dew from him, for a few more seconds before we both collapsed onto the bed.

  As our bodies separated, Fletcher rolled onto his pillow, and for a moment I panicked that we would just tell me to leave like the last time. With my emotions right on the surface, the terrible claws of rejection gripped at my heart, and terrified tears pierced through my eyes. Then, just as I was about to give in to despair, his hands reached for me, and he pulled me closer.

  “That was amazing,” Fletcher said in a cheerful tone as I nestled on his chest. “You should stay here the whole weekend so we can do that again and again.”

  With my eyes glistening with emotion, I looked up at him. “Are you serious? You want me to stay?”

  His tired eyes narrowed as he looked at me. “Of course, I do. You’re mine now, and I’m not even close to being done with you, Gracie.”

  Barely believing my ears, I smiled because I wasn’t even close being done with him either.

  Fletcher

  In all my forty-six years, I had never asked a woman to spend the weekend with me. Grace was the first. In fact, she was the first in many things.

  She was the first woman to call me out on my crap. The first employee I had ever slept with. The first woman to completely capture my mind, attention, and he
art. And the first to make me want to toss all the rules of my world into the trash just so we could be together. It was a great new world for me, and though I still wasn’t sure how I’d navigate it, I was happier than I had ever been before.

  Our weekend together was fantastic. Not only we continued to have amazing sex, but we also spent a lot of time talking and actually getting to know each other as people for the first time in four years.

  We talked about everything. I told her about growing up middle-class and working my ass off to build my empire from the ground up and heard her stories about growing up as the only child of a single mother. We discussed her dreams for the future, our favorite kinds of music and the movies we could watch forever. We even talked about our relationships with Charlotte and Harrington—which would be terminated as soon as possible.

  The more I got to know about her the more I appreciated her. She understood me better than anyone in my circle and was strong, determined, funny and insanely smart. Put those things together with her killer body and adventurous nature in bed, and I had no doubt I had found the perfect woman for me.

  When she left my apartment Sunday night, I was sad—and reluctant—to let her go. Her presence made me a better person, a happier person, but I knew she couldn’t show up at the office with the same clothes she wore on Friday without raising suspicions. Also, she had the Harrington problem to fix before she could truly be mine. Therefore, I kissed her lips and waved as a cab took her away.

  The next day I arrived at the office bright and early with a clear head, a big smile and two cups of Starbucks.

  “Hi,” I greeted Grace as I placed the coffee I had brought for her on top of her desk.

  She looked up at me with a smitten grin, and I almost leaned over her desk to kiss her. The only reason I didn’t, was because we hadn’t discussed it yet and I figured she wouldn’t like the office drama that could bring.

  “How was your weekend, Mr. Cox?” The name that had once made me so frustrated now brought a smile to my lips. She had called me that during one of our kinkiest thirsts this weekend and the memory still made my lower half twitch.

  “It was exhausting in the best possible way, Ms. Taylor. How was yours?”

  “Too short,” she replied.

  Unable to hold myself, I winked at her and opened my mouth to ask her to step into my office when the sound of someone clearing their throats sounded beside me. Annoyed at the interruption, I wiped the smile off my face and turned my face towards the nuisance with every intention of telling whoever it was to fuck off. Dread washed over me when I saw Hawthorne staring through narrowed eyes at Grace and me.

  “Ethan,” I said as I grew a bit taller on my spine. “To what do I owe this surprise?”

  The condescension and sarcasm were evident in my voice, and his raised brow assured me he had picked up on both of them.

  “Our charity, of course,” he said with the fake politeness wealthy and powerful people tend to use.

  “Of course,” I said and pointed towards my office.

  As Hawthorne turned around and started walking toward my door, I looked at Grace and rolled my eyes. She chuckled and winked as I followed him.

  With the door closed behind me, I ignored Hawthorne for as long as I could while I walked to my desk and sat in my chair. He was already settled into one of the chairs facing me, a sideways grin in his smug face. I had to use quite a bit of restraint to avoid rolling my eyes.

  “What do you need, Ethan?” I asked.

  “To know you’re on top of everything for the charity’s launch party,” he said in a condescending tone. “We’re four days away, and it’s been a while since you updated me on the preparations.”

  This time, I couldn’t contain myself and actually rolled my eyes. “In case you’re unaware, I run a billion-dollar corporation. I have no time to update you on a party.”

  “And in case you don’t know, I have a few million invested in this project. I need to be sure that investment will go to good use if you know what I mean?”

  I ran an infuriated hand through my hair. Ever since we first met, Ethan had treated me like I was his lesser simply because I had started at the bottom. It was exasperating, especially considering that my fortune was about a few hundred million dollars larger than his.

  Squinting my eyes so he would see I was losing patience with him, I said, “This isn’t my first charity, Ethan. I know what must be done. Besides, Grace is an expert at organizing events. She’s been working on this one for months, and I have every confidence that the party and press conference will be a success. Now, I’m sure you have better things to do with your time than linger in my office babying me.”

  Instead of taking my words as the invitation to leave that they were, Hawthorne stayed where he was and held my gaze for a second longer, that stupid smirk firm in his lips. There was a sort of challenge in his gaze I couldn’t quite understand. Although I disliked it, I did my best to respond to it in kind.

  After about thirty seconds of our staring contest, he clicked his tongue. “Well, Fletch, if you say the girl is good, I’ll trust you.”

  I nodded and looked at the door, clearly kicking him out again. I was eager to make him leave so I could call Grace into my office and kiss her. I missed her lips far too much.

  However, like a chewed gum stuck to the bottom of a shoe, he stayed glued to his seat. Then, he added, “Just one more thing I’d like to check before I go.” I sighed but motioned with my hand for him to continue. He did. “This Saturday I ran into Charlotte at Lit,” he stated.

  Honestly, I had absolutely no interest in the clubs he frequented or in Charlotte, for that matter. However, since I had to be polite to him, I tried to pretend that I did.

  “Oh, yeah?” I asked. “How is she?”

  “Worried,” he deadpanned. “Apparently, you’re not calling her or picking up her calls.”

  Not knowing where he was going with this or why my love life was any of his business, I frowned. “And?”

  “And, she’s worried. There are only a few days left until the event, and she still doesn’t know the color of your tie to match her dress.”

  “I’m not taking her,” I informed in a matter of fact tone. “Also, why is this any of your business?”

  Hawthorne looked at me like I had gone crazy, and maybe I had. Perhaps, I had gone completely insane and was imagining this entire ridiculous situation. I was a forty-six-year-old man, I was way too old to be discussing my relationships like a high schooler.

  Still, despite the ridiculousness of this conversation, Hawthorne’s gaze was firm and his voice serious as he replied, “It is my business because, like I said, I have millions invested in this charity and, as you well know, money and appearances go hand in hand. You can’t have one without the other.”

  “What are you saying, Hawthorne?” I asked purposely using his last name to make it perfectly clear I didn't like this conversation.

  Leaning forward so his forearms rested on top of my desk and his face was right in front of mine, he said, “In a nutshell? I’m saying that you and Charlotte are an established item in our social circle. No one cares what kind of deal you two have or who you fuck on the side, all they care about is that someone as old money as the only heiress to the Bauer fortune deems your new money worthy of her time. People care so much about that, that they’re opening their fat, centuries old wallets to help us realize your dream. Don’t fuck with that by replacing Charlotte with your middle-class, black secretary.”

  His words felt like a kick in the nuts. I wasn’t naïve enough to ignore that people had started treating me better since I started going out with Charlotte, but this was the first time someone had actually said that to my face.

  A tsunami of white hot anger and revolt over Ethan’s words and everything people like him represented started to boil within me. My business was successful because I employed exceptional individuals who worked hard, and I had more money than I would ever need. I could very well r
etire and tell all those stuffy assholes such as Hawthorne to go fuck themselves.

  However, I had worked my entire life to get into a place where I could help other people make something of themselves. To risk throwing it all away because of my personal feelings for someone I’ve always known I couldn’t have was incredibly selfish.

  With a war raging inside of me, I closed my eyes in regret and disgust. “I’ll call Charlotte,” I informed him in a strained voice.

  As per usual, he clicked his tongue and slapped my desk. “Good choice, Fletch!” he exclaimed as he got up from the chair and started walking towards the door.

  He was barely out of my office when I folded my arms over the desk and let my head fall over them. I wanted to scream, punch something or disappear, but instead, I had to break up with my sweet Gracie right after the best weekend of my entire life.

  “You okay?” she asked from the door.

  I stayed quiet for a second, hoping she would go away. She didn’t. Instead, she closed the door and walked toward me. Her warm fingers touched the side of my face, and I cringed.

  “Talk to me, Fletch. What did that awful man say to you?”

  The tenderness and care in her voice made me hate myself even more for what I was about to do. After a deep breath, I picked my head up and fixed a stern expression on my face.

  “Nothing but the truth,” I said in a monotone.

  Her delicate brows pulled together, and her nostrils flared just like they had back in that coffee shop. She knew me too well, and because of that, she was perfectly aware of what I was about to do.

  “You and I both know that man doesn’t know what truth is. He’s a pig, a dirt bag, an asshole—”

  “He’s a smart businessman and your better,” I said and instantly hated myself for it.

  Grace’s mouth hung open, and she took a step back as if I had literally punched her in the gut. Her beautiful eyes became rimmed with tears and I felt like each one of them was a knife piercing through my soul.

  “My better?” she asked, her voice hollow. “Is that what you think, Fletcher?”