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  Made Maleen

  An Erotic Twist on a Fairy Tale

  Jeanne St. James

  Contents

  Disclaimer

  About the book

  Author’s Note

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Epilogue

  About the Author

  Also by Jeanne St. James

  Copyright © 2017 by Jeanne St. James

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  Warning: This book contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language and may be considered offensive to some readers. This book is for sale to adults ONLY, as defined by the laws of the country in which you made your purchase. Please store your files wisely, where they cannot be accessed by under-aged readers.

  DISCLAIMER: Please do not try any new sexual practice (BDSM or otherwise) without the guidance of an experienced practitioner. The author will not be responsible for any loss, harm, injury or death resulting from use of the information contained in this book.

  A BIG thank you to my beta readers:

  Lesley Clark & Whitley Cox

  About the book

  When Maleen King’s father catches her naked in the hay loft with her high school sweetheart, he sends the eighteen-year-old away to receive a college education and rise above the humble beginnings of an Idaho dairy farm. Now fourteen years later, Mal comes home to run the farm after the death of her father. The stress of a disastrous marriage and being a NYC stock broker made her long to return to a simple life.

  Braydon Daniels, devastated when Mal’s father sent her thousands of miles away, has thought about her every day since. Now, over a decade later, he finds himself alone, divorced, and beaten down by the trauma of his broken marriage. When Mal comes back to town for her father’s funeral, he realizes the feelings he once had for her are just as strong. There’s one little snag, though. His ex-wife is the woman Mal has hated her whole life. And they have a child together.

  Despite the struggle to recover from their past relationships, the undeniable attraction between them still exists. Can they rekindle the passion they once had?

  Author’s Note

  This short story is a twist on the fairy tale Maid Maleen (my inspiration for this story). The German fairy tale was in the Brothers Grimm Collection, #198 (yr 1812) and it goes something like this:

  Once there was a princess named Maid Maleen who fell in love with a prince, but her father refused his suit. When Maid Maleen said she would marry no other, the king had her and her servants locked up in tower, with food that would be enough to feed them for seven years.

  After seven long years, the food eventually ran out, but no one came to release them or deliver more food. The princess and her servants then decided to escape from the tower using a simple knife. When they finally managed to break free of the tower, they found the kingdom destroyed and the king long since gone. Without knowing where to go, they finally arrived at the country of Maleen's lover, and sought work in the royal kitchen.

  Since Maleen's imprisonment, the prince had been betrothed by his father to another princess. This princess, lacking of confidence in herself, did not think that she would be good enough for the prince. Thus, she would not leave her room and let him see her. On her wedding day, not wishing to be seen, the princess sent Maid Maleen in her place.

  At the wedding, the prince put a golden necklace around Maid Maleen's neck as proof of their marriage. Later that night, the prince went to the wedding chamber where the princess was waiting, but he did not see the golden necklace around her neck. Immediately, he knew that the princess was not the one he was married to. Meanwhile, the princess had sent out an assassin to kill Maid Maleen. The prince, who left the wedding chamber to look for his true bride, was guided by the shine of the golden necklace and came in time to save her. With the golden necklace as the proof of marriage, they were married and lived happily ever after!

  Source: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maid_Maleen

  Chapter 1

  Once Upon a Time… Fourteen Years Earlier

  Something poked her ass, and it was not the good sort of poke. Maleen King squirmed in an attempt to find a more comfortable spot in the hay. Hay wasn’t very soft when buck naked. Okay, she wasn’t technically naked. She still wore her sash.

  Dairy Maid. Blech.

  She was sick of losing to Kaitlyn. For the last three years, the Wicked Witch of the Midwest had won Dairy Princess. And the bitch never hesitated to throw it in Mal’s face.

  Whatever.

  No matter what, this maid was getting what she wanted…

  The handsome Dairy Prince.

  Where the hell was her prince anyway? Late. Like normal.

  She blew out a breath and glanced at her cow watch. The one she received as the second runner-up last year to the bovine bitch...err, Dairy Princess.

  It’s not like she wanted to wear that stupid tiara anyway.

  Nope, it was the principle.

  A muffled curse came from down below as someone stumbled at the bottom of the ladder. She smiled. Kaitlin could keep the rhinestone tiara, the real prize belonged to Mal…

  Braydon’s head popped up from the hole in the hayloft’s floor, his shaggy hair mussed up. He gave her a pained smile. “I stubbed my fucking toe.”

  “Where are your shoes?”

  “With the rest of my clothes.”

  “You better have your sash on,” she warned him.

  He barked out a laugh, his dark brown hair falling across this forehead. As he finished climbing the wooden ladder into the loft, his body slowly revealed itself. Oh, he certainly had his sash on. And nothing else.

  Braydon Daniels, no doubt a farm boy through and through, appeared toned, muscular, and tanned from working hard outside throwing hay bales, fixing fences, chasing errant heifers, and any other physical work his parents needed.

  The Daniels drove their sons hard. Said it gave them good work ethics and morals. Whatever. All she knew it sure gave Bray great muscles and calloused hands.

  But rough fingers and palms weren’t going to deter her from getting what she wanted. And apparently, what the Dairy Prince wanted also, by the look of his erection which stood at attention.

  With his hands on his narrow hips, Bray gazed down at her, studying every inch he could see. Which was just about everything. Not that he hadn’t seen it all before. In fact, too many times to count. He ended up being her first, and she planned on making him her last. One day she would be Mrs. Braydon Daniels.

  Yep. One day soon, if she had anything to say about it.

  She patted the hay next to her. “Get down here, Cow-Boy.”

  “Damn, girl! Why didn’t you throw a blanket down or something? It’s going to be obvious we were rolling around in the hay.”

  “Who else is going to see you naked besides me?” she asked, her eyes narrowed in warning.

 
He’d better be very careful with the answer.

  “No one.”

  “Correct answer.”

  “But you know that shit cuts you up and makes you itchy,” he complained.

  Mal sighed. “Look, we gonna do this? Last thing I need is my pop finding us up here caterwauling like a herd of barn cats in heat.”

  A smile lit up his hazel eyes—one of her favorite features on him. She patted the hay again, and he practically belly flopped on top of her. All her breath escaped in an “Oomph.” But she giggled when he wiggled between her legs.

  “Ah, right where I belong,” he whispered, gazing into her eyes.

  “That’s right, Cow-Boy… I mean Sir Dairy Prince. Why don’t you dazzle me? I want you something fierce.” Boy, did she ever. His hard cock, thick and ready, pressed against her thigh.

  Having heart-pounding sex with him never grew old. The only time she’d found it not enjoyable was the night he popped her cherry. At seventeen, neither of them knew what they were doing, but now a year later, their moves were polished and there was never a complaint from either one of them… Well, only when they couldn’t find the opportunity to hook up. Her pop watched her like a hawk. And Bray’s parents drilled into his head that he better not come home with any grandchildren until he was good and married.

  She studied the man she loved and reached out to straighten his hair, smoothing it down. Her fingers traced the lines of his face, his strong jaw, his corded neck.

  Bray dipped his head to catch her lips with his, nudging her mouth open with his tongue. Not that she needed any encouragement. She touched his tongue with hers and deepened the kiss. He groaned into her mouth before breaking the kiss.

  He smoothed her hair away from her face. “I’m so ready for you, baby. Do you feel how hard I am?”

  “Yeah, so stop talkin’ and start doin’, Cow-Boy.”

  With his heart-breaker grin, he slid down along the scratchy hay to settle between her legs. He nudged her thighs up and she settled her feet on his shoulders as he dove in to “dazzle.” Over the past year, he had discovered what she liked and what she didn’t. Though there wasn’t much she didn’t like. This boy had mad skills when it came to putting his mouth to her pussy.

  She lifted her hips off the ground as he swirled his tongue around her clit before sucking it, then whimpered as he slid two fingers of his rough farmer hands inside her. One thing about being young and full of raging hormones, it didn’t take much for her to get off. And it helped that Bray knew how to push her buttons. As he brushed his tongue along her clit and thrust his fingers in and out, she fisted his hair to hold him in place, though she doubted that he planned on going anywhere just yet.

  Within moments, she bowed her neck and opened her mouth, releasing a scream that could have woken the dead. Her inner walls clenched, rippled, and rocked-and-rolled around his fingers.

  When the world finally came back into focus, she looked down her body at him. He lifted his head slightly and wore a wide, shiny smile. “I think I enjoy that as much as you.”

  Mal doubted it. Judging by the boneless state of her body, she was sure she enjoyed it more. She reached out her hand. “C’mere, Cow-Boy.”

  He crawled up her body like a prowling mountain lion. Any moment he was going to let out a loud roar. She giggled at the image.

  “What’s so funny, Princess?”

  She only shook her head and then released a deep sigh when he once again settled between her legs, his erection pressing against her.

  They had a thing. Every time he’d enter her for the first time they would declare their love for each other. Sappy? Yep. But they both considered sex a serious thing. And even at eighteen, they wanted to show their devotion to each other.

  As he pushed forward, they looked each other in the eyes and whispered their “I love yous.”

  Bray drove so deep she wanted to scream. He filled her up, made her his. When she wrapped her legs around his thighs, she grabbed his ass in an attempt to bring him closer. His pelvis ground against her already sensitive clit, making her gasp and clench her muscles around him, inside and out.

  “God, baby, you’re always so tight. It drives me crazy.”

  Mal didn’t even try to respond. She couldn’t. She was too busy caught up in the sensations he pulled from her body as he moved in and out of her, making her slicker, hotter.

  “It’s us forever, Princess,” he whispered, his lips against her ear. His cheek pressed to hers, his warm breath blew against her heated skin, pushing her close to the edge. She dug her fingernails—the fake ones she donned just for the competition—into his ass, scoring his flesh.

  The flex of his glutes as he pumped into her became more intense as he increased his pace. He thrust into her over and over until her toes curled, her body tensed, and she sank her teeth into his shoulder to smother her scream. With a grunt, he joined her, his cock pulsing deep within her.

  He lowered his weight gently onto her, gathering her close.

  “Forever, Cow-Boy,” she murmured against the damp skin of his neck.

  A loud clatter from down below made them both jump. Bray sat up, holding her tight as if he would protect her. When the bellow of her father’s voice rose to the loft, Mal knew he couldn’t protect her…or them. They were royally fucked.

  “Boy! I know you’re up there! Get down here now or I’m coming up!”

  They both shot each other a look and said, “Shit,” at the same time. Bray’s eyes were wide, most likely from fear of his impending death. Even though they both glanced around, they already knew there was no escape, nowhere to hide. And worse, Bray’s clothes were still downstairs. Mal scrambled to pull on the stupid dress she had worn for the Dairy Princess competition, yanking panties full of hay up under the skirt. Talk about a prick being between your legs…

  “Shit, shit, shit,” she whispered. She gave a look of pity to Bray since he still only wore his badly wrinkled sash.

  The clanking and knocking sounds were getting closer as her father climbed up the ladder to the loft.

  Mal’s eyes widened. She shoved Bray behind her when her father’s head appeared above the loft floor. Not only his head but a…

  Pitchfork!

  Fuck.

  Her pop slammed the pitchfork flat on the floor as he used it for leverage to pull himself the rest of the way up through the hole. He huffed and puffed, his face a bright red. No doubt he was steaming mad.

  When he regained his balance, he pointed at Bray behind her with a shaky finger. “Boy, I’m going to skin you. What are you doing naked with my daughter? Get away from her.” He picked up the three-pronged fork and continued to point at him with it. “Get out from behind her. Be a man!”

  With a not-so-reassuring squeeze to her shoulders, Bray stepped out to face her angry father, nudging Mal out of the way. And when her pop aimed the pitchfork, Mal screamed at the top of her lungs.

  As if almost in slow motion, they watched in horror as the pitchfork flew through the air. Bray scrambled out of its path just in time so it missed him and the tongs stuck into the wood plank floor with a twang.

  Mal’s heart beat so hard it felt like it would escape her chest. She wanted to feel relieved… until she saw her pop stalking towards them.

  “Bray, go!” she screamed.

  With the quickness of youth, Bray ducked around her father and jumped through the hole. Mal’s stomach rose into her throat as she heard him land hard on the floor below. She heard his groan and a curse, then a scrambling of his feet which sounded like him running out of the barn.

  She faced her father in shock. “Pop, why!”

  “Why? Because he’s going to knock up my daughter.”

  Mal stomped her foot, getting just as mad as her pop was. “No, Pop. No! I love him!”

  “Bullshit! You’re too young to know what love is. This is lust. Braydon Daniels is just a bull looking for a cow in heat. Don’t be a heifer. Now get in the house.” When she hesitated, he yelled, “Now! If
you know what’s good for you. And don’t you dare even think about back talking me.”

  With a sob, she climbed down the ladder and ran out of the barn. She deserved every prick from the dry hay stuck to her clothes on the way to the house.

  She never looked back toward the barn. She knew her Dairy Prince was long gone.

  Chapter 2

  Present Day

  Mal brushed a lone tear away from her cheek. The man lying in repose before her sure looked like her pop but was now only a pretty shell. His protective spirit had fled his body. And her pop sure had been protective, too much so. Mal always hated it, fought against it. Now, as she reached forward to stroke the cold, still hand crossed over his chest, she finally realized how much she appreciated it. He kept her on a successful path, had chased her away from the dairy farm she grew up on. He wanted her to make something of herself, rather than be a poor farmer.

  Not that her pop had been poor. He was one of the more successful dairy farmers in the county, hell, the region. But even so, he wanted her to be better, have more.

  His idea of better wasn’t quite the same as hers.

  A hand landed on her right shoulder and she started. She shouldn’t be surprised since people were already starting to file in and take seats for the service.

  The mystery hand’s broad, long fingers with a sprinkling of dark hair between the knuckles gave her a gentle squeeze. She turned her head toward the owner. And she started again as she looked up.

  Holy shit…

  Braydon Daniels.

  This was not the boy she had been in love with fourteen years ago. No. He matured and filled out into one spectacular vision before her. She swallowed hard and tried to find her voice.