Rescuing Cinderella Ch. 6

I am starting a new series that will be six or eight Modern Erotic Fairy Tales. One has already been written and I am sure you can figure out which one.

This is basically an erotic love story and of course all characters are over 21. It will definitely not start out as a love story, but it will get there. The Series contains BDSM, bondage, exhibitionism, and lots of kinky sex. If you don't like these things then this story may not be for you. Please vote often (fives are most welcome) and of course please leave constructive comments.

PS - If you have fantasies, ideas, etc for new stories please let me know, that includes twists on existing stories and I will see what I can do. Many of my stories have started out that way. I already have a list of fairy Tales I am writing but if you have a favorite I could maybe include it.

Rescuing Cinderella

A Modern Erotic Fairy Tale

Chapter 6

Hugh was having his morning coffee when a knock on his door disturbed him. He got up angry to answer the door and when he opened the door, behold it was Agnes. He was surprised because he never gave her his address, but in all of the loving passionate time he and Scarlett spent together he had totally forgot the three-day deadline. His mind began churning for a strategy and to give him time he launched into an attack.

Hugh yelled, "What the hell are you doing here?"

Agnes smiled and said, "I'm here for my property."

Hugh smiled back, "What property do you think I have that is yours?"

Agnes smile faded and she launched into fury, "Cinderella is my property, so either pay more or give her back."

Hugh crossed his rms across his chest, "Did you know that slavery was outlawed back in 1865? Scarlett is not yours or anyone's slave. She is free and can stay where she wants, and she wants to stay here."

Agnes tried to force her way into the house, pushing and hitting Hugh in the chest. Her strikes bounced off of his muscular chest and he laughed at her attempts to break in. He stood firmly in the doorway and never allowed her to get any foot inside the door. Her face grew red with anger and she yelled, "I'll be back with the police."

She turned and left with Hugh watching her until she drove away. While he was watching he felt two arms snaking around his middle and a soft delicious body press hard against his back. In a scared tear-filled voice she whispered, "Please master don't let her take me. I feel so alive and so wonderful here with you. Please don't let her take me."

Once she was out of sight, he turned in her arms, wrapped her in his arms and in a harsh growl, stated, "You belong to me. You are not my slave like she thinks you are hers. You are a beautiful, sexy, passionate woman that I love very much and as your master I will fight to the death to keep you safe."

Hugh felt her tears on his chest, and he put his fingers under her chin to lift her face so he could show her the determination in his eyes. Then he leaned down and kissed her. Scarlett continued to stare into his eyes until she was convinced, he would indeed fight to the death to protect her.

Scarlett softly asked, "Master, I know you have work, but I'm scared, could you stay home today, and please hold me for a while?"

Hugh kissed her on her forehead and responded, "After this morning's interruption, I had planned on working from home, because I know this is not over and it would be my pleasure to hold you for a while."

Hugh gathered his coffee and iPad, sat in his lounge chair and waved Scarlett into his lap. She curled up in his lap like a contented kitten. Hugh tried to work but the thought of loosing Scarlett had him anxious. He made calls to his lawyer and a criminal lawyer as well. He had thought he was on solid ground, and they confirmed it.

He thought that Scarlett had fallen asleep in his lap, but as he looked at her, he could see her eyes darting around. He knew she was still panicking, and he caressed her face. "Baby don't worry, this is not over but there is no way she could pull you away from me."

Scarlett whimpered, "You don't know her, she is capable of anything. I think she killed my father."

Hugh perked up, "Killed your father? Wasn't there an investigation, an autopsy?"

Scarlett looked up, "Yes, but I know she slept with the coroner, and I suspect she did with the detective as well."

Hugh jumped on the phone and called a security firm he had used in the past and told them he need 24-hour protection for his ranch, house and business. He told them that he had a psycho that had a vendetta against him. Next, he called the criminal lawyer back and asked him, "How do I get a cold case death reopened."

As he listened, he covered the phone and asked Scarlett, "Would you be willing to authorize exhumation of your father's body and authorize a new autopsy?"

Scarlett nodded her head yes and Hugh relayed the information to the lawyer, and he said he would bring the paperwork to Scarlett for her to sign. Hugh sat thinking, wondering if her had forgotten anything when the doorbell rang.

He left Scarlett sitting in the chair and opened the door to the Sheriff. He looked almost embarrassed as he stated, "This lady, Agnes, says you have stolen her property and she wants it back."

Hugh looked at her and smiled, "What property?

Agnes pointed through the door at Scarlett standing several feet behind Hugh.

The Sheriff looked incredulous, "You're saying that this young woman is your property?"

Hugh smiled because she had trapped herself, but Agnes persisted, "She belongs to me, I own her."

The Sheriff spun her around, cuffed her as he stated, "Slavery and human trafficking is against the law and you're under arrest."

The sheriff led her away reading her Miranda rights, as the security firm showed up. They had a long talk with Hugh about what the threat was and what he expected. They began work on some surveillance systems and a couple of hours later they left, and the security personnel showed up along with the criminal lawyer with the paperwork for Scarlett to sign for the exhumation and authorize for a new autopsy.

At the end of the day Agnes was in jail, the murder charge for Agnes was started, but would take years. A security system was in place and Hugh felt fairly secure, but he still felt like he might be missing something.

As Scarlett snuggled in Hugh's arms when they went to bed, both had trouble actually sleeping. Hugh kept worrying that he was missing something. While Scarlett was afraid that somehow Agnes would steal her away from Hugh and the only time, she had been truly happy would come to an end.

At two am police cars showed up at the house. The security team caught Olga and Helga with three containers of gasoline and three Molotov cocktails. One came for the front door and the other the back of the house. Fortunately, the security team caught them, called the police and they were arrested for attempted arson.

Needless to say, neither Hugh nor Scarlett could go back to sleep, but they did cuddle in Hugh's easy chair. Scarlett kept apologizing for involving Hugh in her family mess, but Hugh's response was to kiss her and caress her until he began to quiet her mind, and her body reactions took over. Only then did he tell her, "None of this is your fault. They want to enslave you and continue to use and abuse you. I love you and have taken you away from all that. No one is going take you away from me, and no one is going to abuse you ever again.

Agnus, Olga and Helga received bail, and the house was used as collateral. One week later all three tried again to burn down the house and once again they were caught by the security team. Their bail was revoked, and the house was taken. They stayed in jail for a year until their cases came to trial and all three were convicted. Agnes received a sentence of twenty years for human trafficking. Ogle and Helga were convicted of two counts of arson each and were sentenced to ten years each.

Every time Scarlett looked at Hugh her eyes would light up. He had done everything he said he was going to do and more. He had given her freedom and now she gave it back to him with her submission. Hugh had taken her from her abusive environment and then protected her, loved her and taught her to love again.

Three years later the murder case against Agnes came to fruition. The autopsy revealed Scarlett's father had been killed by a knife and the knife was found in their house. The trial was short and she was convicted of murder in the first degree and received an additional, 50 year sentence. The coroner was impeached and removed from office and the detective in charge of the case was fired.

Having Scarlett greeting him seductively every night had Hugh in a constant state of anticipatory arousal. The love of his life had also become his dream girl, with every night being a new fantasy. With Scarlett in his arms all his troubles seemed to melt away and both of them were happier than they ever thought they could be. Even in his wildest dreams he never imagined their life could be this, erotic, idyllic and wonderful. But there was one thing missing.

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Hugh came over, knelt in front of Scarlett and said, "My love I think it's high time everyone knew that you are my devoted submissive." With that Hugh pulled out three boxes and opened the first one inside was the most beautifully intricate one-inch silver collar with a locking hasp in the back. Scarlett gasped at the beauty of the collar, but more importantly what it meant. Then he showed her the engraving inside. 'To my loving and devoted Scarlett from her Master forever - Hugh.'

Scarlett collapsed into his arms with tears of joy streaming down her face as she jumped into his arms and smothered his face with kisses. Hugh held her, cradling her for a few seconds then kissed her passionately. Afterwards in a mocking tone and grinning he growled, "You forget yourself slave."

Scarlett tried to smother her giggles as she smiled and said, "Yes, my loving Master, but I love you so much I couldn't help myself."

Hugh suddenly turned serious and said, "This is a large step baby and there's deep significance and meaning to this collar. It means that you will always be my submissive; you will do everything I say even if sometimes you disagree. I want you to think about this before I put this on; I need to know that you do this of your own free will. Is this is something you want and will live up to?"

Scarlett choked out a sob and said, "Oh yes, this is the happiest day of my life. Hugh my loving Master, this last several months I have been so blissfully happy being you're submissive. We played at it before but now that I'm living it, I want it, I want it so badly and nothing in my life has made me so happy than giving myself to you. Please Master I want to always belong to you; may I please wear your collar?"

Hugh held her in his arms, kissed her, and looked into her eyes to make sure this is really what she wants. What he saw in her eyes was a deep loving commitment to him, and him alone. He took the collar out of the box, wrapped it around her neck and with a snap it locked. Scarlett felt an incredibly loving and committed shiver go down her spine as she heard that lock snap shut. She flew into Hugh's arms weeping with joy and with that snap of the lock she felt a joy and freedom that she had never felt before.

As she clung to Hugh, weeping with happiness, she thought about the freedom she felt. She knew now she didn't have to keep up with the Joneses, worry about her career or what everybody thought of her. Now there is only one person that matters, Hugh and now she's free to love him the way he deserves to be loved. She's free to give herself to him any way he wants. She's finally free of her stepparent, stepsisters, of society's expectations, of everybody except the only person that matters to her, Hugh.

She clung tightly to him nibbled up to his ear and said, "What would my Master like to do with his submissive?" She pulled back to look into his eyes and with nothing but pure love showing she said, "I will do anything for my Master... Anything."

Hugh stood then scooped her up in his arms and gently carried her to bed. Tonight was the night for slow languid but deep meaningful love making. No wild sex and multiple orgasms, just slow beautiful love in which both paid homage to the person that they loved more than life itself. Even after they both climaxed together their eyes continued to pour in love into the other.