Modern Wicked Fairy Tales: Complete Collection (60 page)

“Wendy!” Peter’s voice called her back as
the boat slid up beside them. “Wendy, are you all right?”

She looked down at herself, muddy and
bleeding and half-naked, and then up to the woman holding onto her.
“Thanks to Tink, yes. I’m fine.”

“Thanks, Tink.” Peter smiled as he helped
them both into the boat.

“Cap’n!” Smede was still calling, his voice
choked, the flashlight searching the dark, stagnant water.

“What happened?” Nibs asked, putting a
blanket around Wendy’s shoulders. Curly offered one to Tink.

Tink grinned, wrapping the blanket around
her as Peter turned the boat. “Crocodile got him.”

“Poor Smede.” Peter handed the controls over
to Curly, letting him steer as he gathered Wendy in his arms. “He
was always dumber than a doorknob. I couldn’t even get him to come
with me.”

“I’m sorry,” Wendy choked, trying to
apologize for everything at once—for not trusting him, for going
with Hook, for what had happened to Peter as a child. And he’d said
she
had an unhappy childhood?

“No apologies, Wendy-girl.” He kissed her
forehead, smiling over at Tink, who wasn’t glaring anymore. In
fact, she was smiling, an expression Wendy had rarely ever seen on
the woman’s face. “We’re all a happy family now.”

“Is it true?” Wendy asked, looking up at
him, his face pale in the moonlight. “Did you steal his money and
escape with all the boys?”

“It was
our
money.” Peter’s jaw
tightened, and so did his arms around her. “And yes, I took it. And
the boys. And we made a new life for ourselves.”

She shook her head in wonder. “How?”

“Thank god for E-Trade,” Curly remarked with
a laugh, guiding the boat through the water.

“Turned Hook’s money—” Nibs started.

Peter reminded him harshly.
“Our
hard-earned money.”

“Yeah,” Nibs agreed. “Turned it into over a
million dollars in five years.”

“Don’t forget my venture into the rare book
trade,” Peter reminded him. “That’s netted us quite a pretty
penny.”

Wendy remembered the book Peter had been
looking for on the day she met him, the walls of bookshelves lining
every room in the house.

Tink took the blanket Nibs offered her,
putting it around her shoulders. “Of course, Peter just kept
collecting lost boys. And me.”

“Aw Tink, you’re still my go-to girl,” Peter
said, nudging her with one of his Keds. “Always will be. You know
that.”

“And me?” Wendy inquired, leaning back
against him.

“You’re my forever Wendy-Girl, of course.”
Peter smiled down at her, making her heart leap in her chest. She
was his, and he was hers, and the future stretched out before them
both, obliterating a terrible past. “I think it’s time for our
happy ending, don’t you?”

Yes,
Wendy thought, settling even
more deeply into Peter’s warm embrace.

Yes, it is.

ABOUT SELENA
KIT
T

Like
any feline, Selena Kitt loves the things that make her purr-and
wants nothing more than to make others purr right along with her!
Pleasure is her middle name, whether it’s a short cat nap stretched
out in the sun or a long kitty bath. She makes it a priority to
explore all the delightful distractions she can find, and follow
her vivid and often racy imagination wherever it wants to lead
her.

Her writing embodies everything from the spicy to
the scandalous, but watch out-this kitty also has sharp claws and
her stories often include intriguing edges and twists that take
readers to new, thought-provoking depths.

When she’s not pawing away at her
keyboard, Selena runs an innovative publishing company
(www.excessica.com) and in her spare time, she devotes herself to
her family—a husband and four children—and her growing organic
garden. She also loves bellydancing and photography.

Her books
EcoErotica
(2009),
The Real Mother Goose
(2010) and
Heidi and the
Kaiser
(2011) were all Epic Award
Finalists. Her only gay male romance,
Second Chance
, won the Epic Award in
Erotica in 2011. Her story,
Connections
, was one of the
runners-up for the 2006 Rauxa Prize, given annually to an erotic
short story of “exceptional literary quality,” out of over 1,000
nominees, where awards are judged by a select jury and all entries
are read “blind” (without author’s name available.)

She can be reached on her website
at
www.selenakitt.com

If you enjoyed
MODERN WICKED FAIRY TALES: COMPLETE
COLLECTION
,

you might also enjoy:

THE REAL MOTHER GOOSE

By Selena
Kitt

Settle yourself in for a wicked bed time
story, a hot, wild ride through nursery rhymes like you've never
heard them before. Set in a fantastical world where the privileged
few own and raise sex slaves like beloved pets, Mother herself is
the star of the show, wielding a riding crop and taking care of and
training her young charges with a firm and skillful hand. But where
has Father Goose wandered off to, and who will take Mother in hand
when she ventures too far?

2010 EPIC EBOOK AWARD FINALIST

"Selena Kitt puts an amazingly unique and
hot twist on the key players from the well-known nursery rhymes.
Many of the scenes definitely made me pause in admiration at her
ingenuity. I refuse to spoil it for anyone interested in reading
this book by going into more detail. The author worked too hard to
offer a salacious spread of inventive sex and characters. There is
no way I will reveal the erotic goodies and wildly titillating
scenes she has so painstakingly transcribed in this raunchy, racy
fantasy. There are a couple of plot twists and turns that will
leave you with your mouth hanging wide open in surprise. Voracious
reader that I am, I certainly didn't anticipate one shocker in
particular and I'm the first to admit it was refreshingly creative.
Batten down the hatches because The Real Mother Goose runs riot and
I guarantee you'll be swept away on a tempest of passion! The
inspiration might be from nursery rhymes but it's certainly not for
anyone under age 18. There are loads of familiar faces from all the
various rhymes in a variety of X-rated scenarios that will astonish
and delight you."

-
Patrice,
Joyfully Reviewed

"Erotic author, Selena Kitt has won a new
fan in me. The Real Mother Goose gives a whole new meaning to
bedtime stories. These are stories you should read either with your
boyfriend, husband, lover or by yourself. Selena really knows how
to get the heart racing. If I wore glasses, I would have had to
keep wiping them off from the steam. I did like how this book
smoothly went from one story to the next but incorporating
characters from prior rhymes that would lead up to the next story.
I plan to check out more good reads by this author."

-
Cheryl,
Manic Readers Reviews, 4.5/5
STARS!

EXCERPT from
THE REAL
MOTHER GOOSE
:

Little Bo Peep has lost her sheep

And can't tell where to find them.

Leave them alone,

And they'll come home,

Wagging their tails behind them.

"Peep!" The voice shook the room and the
startled girl looked up as Mother came in. "Do you know where your
sheep are now?"

"No, Mother." The girl looked up from her
position, kneeling on the floor, her blue eyes wide. "I penned them
before I left, I swear it."

Mother Goose came toward her, the high heels
of her soft boots clicking on the floor. She squatted down before
Peep, whose hands were bound behind her to her feet with pink satin
sashes.

"You are a pretty little one." Mother lifted
the girl's chin and studied her face, her gaze moving over the
girl's body, the pink and white corset drawn tight, her blonde
curls spilling over her shoulders, partially hiding Peep's rosy
little nipples. "Sometimes I think you're just playing dumb."

"No, Mother," Peep implored, shaking her
head. "I penned them. I promise you."

"Is that so?" Mother stood. Peep looked up
Mother's long legs, encased in black fishnet stockings and garters,
the dark triangle between her legs exposed, as it always was, for
easy access.

Mother had taken to wearing black since
Father had crossed over, and her mood was ever changeable, but
lately she seemed often cross and hard to please. Mother tapped her
toe in front of Peep's knee, folding her arms over her ample
breasts, pushed up high in her black corset, but covered with the
sheer, lace peignoir she always wore, unbuttoned to the floor.

"Mother, please," Peep pleaded. "I will go
tend them, if you let me."

Mother walked over to the cabinet and the
girl moaned, the sound caught halfway between regret and
anticipation. "I think we need a little correction, don't you?"
Mother's voice drifted over her shoulder as she chose a small cat
o'nine tails from her collection.

"Please," Peep pleaded again, her eyes
downcast. "I'll be a good girl."

"Yes," Mother murmured, coming to caress the
her cheek with her soft hand. "You will."

Mother reached behind the girl and began
untying the pink satin ribbon binding her. Peep sighed in relief,
rolling her tired shoulders once her arms were free. She leaned
forward onto her hands and knees as Mother began to untie her feet,
but then the older woman stopped.

"No ... this is good." Mother tightened the
sashes at the girl's ankles, chuckling. "Turn around, Little Bo
Peep who's lost her sheep, and doesn't know where to find
them."

Peep did as she was told, turning her face
toward the wall on her hands and knees, using her hands to slowly
work herself around. She felt Mother's hand caressing her ass, and
she shivered, looking back over her shoulder at the older woman.
Mother squatted down behind her, beginning to drip the many straps
of the cat o'nine tails over Peep's behind like a little leather
waterfall.

"Peep's little puss," Mother whispered,
parting the dark blonde fuzz with her fingers to peer in at the
pink treasure. "I love peeping at Peep's little puss." Mother
giggled, wiggling her fingers through and finding the girl's
clit.

"Oh, Mother!" Peep moaned, lifting her
bottom in the air as much as she could with her feet tied together
at the ankles.

"That's right, Peep," Mother encouraged,
with her finger and her voice. The girl's clit was swollen and
pulsing. "You like it so much, don't you?"

Peep nodded, glad her long blonde hair
covered her red, flushed face. Mother's fingers rubbed there,
making her moan with pleasure. Peep's little puss was incredibly
responsive, her lips swelling, the pink color deepening to a rosier
shade.

"You've been a naughty shepherdess, haven't
you, Peep?" Mother asked, standing behind her. The girl nodded, her
blonde hair falling in waves falling over the stone floor. She felt
the first blow from the cat o'nine tails, almost a gentle thing,
with just a little sting. She twisted and squirmed.

"Oh, Mother, please," Peep whispered. Her
pussy throbbed from the older woman's attention.

"Yes, tell me." Another blow, and then
another. Mother waited.

"I lost my sheep," the girl sobbed, feeling
another slap, another. Her bottom felt hot. She cried out as she
felt three more stings from the cat o'nine tails in quick
succession. "Oh, Mother! Please!"

But the older woman was catching a rhythm
now, and Peep heard her working hard. She lashed the girl again and
again, until Peep's bottom felt red and raw and huge, and her
pussy—it was on fire, throbbing with longing. She hid her shamed
face behind her curtain of hair, her tears falling onto the stone
floor.

"Now, are you going to find those sheep,
Miss Peep?" Mother grabbed the girl by the hair and pulled her head
back, looking down at her tear-stained face. Peep nodded, moaning
softly, looking dazed, her eyes glassy. "But first, you're going to
do penance, aren't you? On your knees."

Peep nodded, tears still streaming down her
rosy cheeks. "Yes, Mother."

SELENA KITT’S
OTHER WORKS

NOVELS

A Baumgartner Reunion

Babysitting the Baumgartners

Baumgartner Generations: Henry

Baumgartner Generations: Janie

Bluebeard’s Wife

Falling Down

Foreign Exchange

Heidi and the Kaiser

Letters to the Baumgartners

Naughty Bits (Revised)

Plaid Skirt Confessions

The Baumgartners Plus One

The Real Mother Goose

The Song of Orpheus

The Surrender of Persephone