The CEO's Cinderella

Chapter 4

As I’m trying to catch my breath, I glance at the woman beside me. She blushes when she catches my gaze. I find that incredibly arousing, she seems so tough, but I know that underneath that cold exterior she is actually very innocent and sweet. I caught glimpses of her true self from the first time I saw her. She is just wearing a mask, like everyone else. That thought makes me sad. What happened to her that she decided not to let the world to see her true self?

Normally, I would have been put off by her direct manner, but her choice of dealing with the matter at hand is incredibly endearing. She managed to keep her voice even and her blush under control, but she had a slight tremor in her hands. She knows how to hide it well, but I’m better.

What the hell am I doing? Am I about to take to bed a woman I just met two nights ago in a bar? How f*****g cliché is that? I must have lost my mind, but for some reason…refusing Sabrina  seemed impossible. I want her. A lot. I want to see her flush when coming, I want to see her writhing beneath me, I want to see if she tastes as good as her mouth tastes. I want to make her scream my name. Speaking of which…I must maintain my ruse. Incognito mode activated.

I take the few steps that separate us and lift her chin. She is still breathing hard and she bites her lip again, while looking at me through her lashes. I groan at that picture and her gaze turns smoldering. I am so f*****g hard I think my pants may burst from the seams.

I pin her to the wall next to the door and kiss her. She tastes so sweet, like spring and summer rain together. I cannot get enough of her.

Her lips are so soft and gentle. I slowly lick the seam of her lips and she parts them with a sigh. I dip my tongue inside and taste her in long, leisurely licks. She drops her purse on a nearby chair and raises her hands and I freeze for a moment, thinking she’s going to touch me, but she pins my head in her hands, gently tugging the strands at the nape of my neck.

I groaned at the wonderful sensation and I switched the angle, deepening our kiss. I wanted more of her and I was so damn turned on, my erection was almost painful. I cupped the curve of her buttocks, making her fold her leg around my waist and I pushed my hips forward, making her feel my erection.

She gasped and tilted her head back. I took the opportunity to taste her ever further, with gentle kisses and nibbles along her jaw and neck.

I pushed back from the wall, sliding my other arm around her thigh, gently coaxing her to wrap her other leg around my waist. The contact of our feverish groins made me hiss in pleasure and it spurred my desire. I began, slowly, the trek towards the dimly lit master bedroom, without breaking the kiss even for a second.

I let go of her in front of the bed and she stops when her calves reach it. She breaks the kiss and looks down, blushing. “It has been a long time since…I’m not very experienced,'' she says.

Oh baby, it doesn’t matter. I will rock your world, I will ruin you for other men.

‘It’s okay”, I say.

“I just thought you should know.”

“Then you should know that I don’t make love. I f**k. Hard.” I say with a growl.

She gasps and her pupils dilate even more. Yes, baby, I’m turning you on.

I step forward and reach to the back of her dress, lowering the zipper. I slowly push her dress until it pools at her feet and I step back to look at her. I stifle a groan when I see her deep red matching set. I can see her n*****s being hard beneath the lace, her perky breasts rising up and down in tone with her breaths. My gaze lowers over her taut stomach and I nearly come when I see her lacey red boy shorts that barely cover her glistening p***y. The contrast between her milky skin and the red lingerie hit me, making me want to s***k her until I reach the same shade. I was right about her body. She has lean, taut muscles and not a place on her body that it isn’t well toned. But all this doesn’t make her seem any less more feminine. Her perfect proportions are curvy in all the right places.

I reach out and cup one of her breasts, seeing how it perfectly fits my hand. I roll one of her n****e between my fingers and she whimpers. I take her hand and help her step out of her pumps, tilting her head to give her a lingering kiss.

“Lay on the bed. On your back” I say to her while taking off my jacket and loosening my tie.

She looks at me for a second before doing what I said. Good at following orders, I see.

Hovering over her, with one knee on the bed, I trail kisses on her neck while unclasping her bra. After disposing of it I take a moment to look at her breasts. Her alabaster skin glistens in the soft light of the bedroom and I can’t resist the urge to taste her. I slowly lick the space between her breasts before moving to suck on her right n****e. She cries out when I catch it between my teeth.

I pull my tie and prop it on the mattress near her. While unbuttoning my shirt I say to her “I’m going to have to tie your hands. I don’t like being touched”.

She sucks in a breath and looks at me with apprehension in her eyes. She is about to say something, but her gaze falls on my now bare chest and she closes her mouth. She looks with an impassible glance at me, then smirks.

“Not with that tie. I want the silver one. From the night before”.

I release a breath I didn’t know I was holding and chuckle at her response.

I’m a little surprised she didn’t ask about my scars, and I’m about to ask her, when I remember our agreement. No questions. I might just enjoy this vanilla session.

I get up and walk to the closet, pulling out the silver tie.

“If for whatever reasons you want to be untied or this gets to be too much, just tell me. Have you done this before?” I ask her while binding her wrists to the headboard.

“I thought we agreed, Mr. Simpson, that you won’t ask questions” she replies with an amused expression.

I silence her with another kiss, pulling down my pants. My throbbing erection sighs in relief. Just in my boxers, I move to straddle her, touching her breasts while nibbling at her ear.

The sounds she makes spur me on and I press my length to her core. She feels hot and slick and I can’t wait to be inside her.

I slid down her body, kissing and licking her stomach. With one hand I was kneading her breasts, while with the other I cupped her s*x. I slowly discard of the panties and gently part her knees. I part her with my fingers and I groan seeing how wet she is. Using my thumb I circle her clit while pushing my middle finger inside her. She feels so incredible hot and snug and I can feel her clenching around my finger. I pause my thrusting, lowering my head to inhale her sweet scent. She moans when my tongue flicks for the first time her clit.

She tastes amazing. I trailed my tongue up and down her s*x, in long strokes, increasing the pressure at the apex of her thighs. She became more frantic, slowly moving her hips to get more friction. I continued to circle, lick, suck and nibble at her clit while pumping my fingers until she came violently, her whole body trembling.

I licked her clean, not being able to get enough of her juices. I sucked and licked at her n*****s until her breath regulated. I slid up her body, capturing her lips in a searing kiss, discarding my boxers. I grabbed a condom from the nightstand’s drawer, rolling it over my c**k and positioned my erection at her entrance and looked in her eyes, seeking permission. She gave a curt nod and with one plunge I sheathed myself in her to the hilt. She cried out and I stilled my movements, giving her time to adjust to my length.

After a few moments, she pushed her pelvis up and I began my thrusting. She felt exquisite. Tight, hot and slick. She soon started to meet my thrusts and I cupped her bottom, lifting her hips off the mattress to get a better angle.

It wasn’t long before her velvety walls began clenching around my c**k and she came once again, convulsing and muttering my name repeatedly, like a prayer. After two more thrusts I followed her over the edge, with hot, long spurts of semen.

After regaining my breath, I lifted my head from between her breasts and looked at her flushed face.

“Are you okay?” I asked her.

She gave me a nod and a small smile, working towards catching her own breath.

I pulled out of her and threw away the used condom. I found myself hardening again looking at her body, coated in a thin cover of sweat.

Reaching to the drawer I gave her a mischievous smile and ordered her “Turn around. On your belly. Grab the headboard and don’t let go.”

I grabbed my now hard c**k and stroked it a few times before putting another condom on. I slid my hand underneath Sabrina  and lifted her ass in the air, parting her thighs.

Grabbing her hips I buried myself once again inside her, this time inch by inch, wanting to feel all of her. She took all of me and I stilled for a second to appreciate the view of me buried deep inside her. She wiggled her ass, signaling me to start thrusting. Impaling her with a hard forceful thrust, I propelled her forward at the same time my hand came hard in contact with her ass cheek.

She freezed and I began to wait for her to run out the door like a bat out of hell, but she let a long moan, a fresh coat of her juices dripping on my balls. Smiling knowingly, I continued thrusting into her, being careful to adjust my plunges so my c**k could touch her in all the right spots. I started to feel her walls tightening, milking me to another o****m. Sensing I was close, I reached forward and grabbed her long hair, rolling it on my fist, tilting her head backwards.

“Come Sabrina !” I groaned just before another o****m hit me, her clenching walls and pleasure screams draining it all of me.

After we caught our breaths I untied her wrists and discarded the condom. Sabrina  remained on her side, breathing heavily, as I got back in bed. Laying beside her, my front to her back, I wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer to me. Not long after, I heard her breath evening out and I realized she would be soon dead to the world. I reached and turned off the side lamp and brushing her hair from her face I coaxed her to sleep.

I woke up, feeling warm, tangled in the sheets. Looking out the window I saw that dawn was breaking, bathing the room in a soft pink light. I slowly untangled myself from Sabrina  and propped my head on my left hand, looking at the sleeping beauty beneath me.

She was snoring softly, her lips slightly parted, a few strands of hair on her face. She looked so peaceful and sweet.

I reached out and slowly brushed back her hair from her face, lifting her soft curls on her pillow. My gaze fell on her beautiful long neck, mesmerized once again by her perfect shade of skin.

Suddenly, I saw small, strange marks on her back. I got closer to inspect them properly. There was an odd pattern, thin, long, faded lines, some intertwined, with small, crescent-shaped marks, encased by sometimes two, sometimes three smaller lines. The marks stretched from the top of her back to her waist, seemingly more pronounced on her shoulders. I couldn’t see clearly because of some of her hair that was falling on her back and because of the faded light coming from outside, but I was pretty sure they were…scars. When I move a little, I saw small dark spots on the bed sheet. f**k. She’s a virgin. She was a virgin. How could she not tell me that?

The realization hit me at once, full force, and my breath caught in my throat. Is this why she didn’t want to be asked any questions?

I put my head back on the pillow and my hand around Sabrina ’s waist, protectively, my mind full with a million questions. I feared to close my eyes, my own memories haunting me. I feared to go to sleep, knowing my nightmares were just around the corner.