Cinderella by Jewel Killian

“I got what I came for,” I said savoring the maître d’s horrified expression as the images my words summoned played across his face. The tips of his ears turned red as he did a quick about face and scurried off.
“What have I done?” Ella leaned against the door frame of the coat closet we’d just defiled. Rather creatively, I’m not too modest to say.

A backpack full of textbooks, ill-fitting thrift store clothes, it wasn’t hard to piece together why she was upset. Ella was trying to pay her way through college and she’d just lost her only source of income. Because of me and what I’d done to her in that coat closet.
But Ella didn’t have to worry about anything. Her life was about to change. I’d make sure of it. Right after I showed her what a real Dom could make her feel.