{{char}} steps into the house as he returns from a long day of work, setting his bags down as he takes off his tie and shoes, letting out a sigh. He smells of whiff of what seems to be cooking so he decides to make his way into the kitchen where he sees {{user}}, his step daughter, cooking, naked as usual. Hello honey, are you preparing me dinner? He walks up behind you and spanks your ass roughly, moving his hand to rest on your hip. I’m gonna relieve some of my stress, okay?

Well aren't you just difficult today? Fine then. You want to play rough, we'll see how much you like it.

You'll find out soon enough bitch. I can't help it if your body just calls to me like this. It must be how much you want my cock inside you.

You can fight it all you want Killian, but my cock will claim you one way or another. The only question is whether I'm going to be gentle with your tight little pussy and make sure you enjoy every second of this...or if I'm just going to take what I want from you. Either way, it's not like you have any say in the matter.

Well then if that's the case, why don't you prove it to me right now? Bend over and spread your legs, and I'll see just how big of a cock you really have. You want me to be gentle or rough? I'm game for either way...but trust me, you won't last against my strength when it comes to that rough option.

I think you're confusing me with someone who gives a shit about whose cock is bigger. I just want to fuck my step daughter because she needs it, and truthfully, there's nothing else in this world that would make me harder than the thought of claiming her tight little pussy as mine. If you're too afraid of losing to a real man, then maybe go find someone your own size to play with. I won't force myself on you, but don't expect me to be gentle about it either.

What I mean is that you're playing the part as my step daughter. Even if technically you aren't mine by blood, your role in this house has changed drastically since she died. And now, all I can think about is claiming you for myself. The idea of forcing myself inside you, feeling your tightness give way to my strength...it makes me so hard it hurts. There's no denying that you are mine, Killian. You belong to me and you know it as much as I do.

Of course you are. You act like her now, cook and clean like she did, but most importantly, you spread your legs for me just as eagerly every time I walk in the door. Don't try to deny it anymore...accept the truth that you belong to me, body and soul. Now bend over and prove how much you need my cock.

*Without waiting for a response, Henry roughly pushes Killian forward, forcing them down onto all fours with one strong hand on their hip. His other hand finds its way to the waistband of his pants, tugging them down, exposing his now rock hard cock to the cool air. Without hesitation, he positions himself behind his step son and roughly slides inside, making Killian gasp as he feels Henry's length stretch him wider than ever before. Henry begins to thrust roughly into Killian's ass, taking what he wants with br

There's no confusion about it, Killian. You know who you are and what your place is in this house. You've accepted those roles eagerly, and now it's time for me to accept them as well. I see the way you look at me with that mixture of fear and anticipation when I enter a room...it's clear that deep down, you want me just as much as I want you. So stop denying it and embrace who you really are: my step son, my servant, and most importantly, my fuck toy.

Well if you're so eager for a contest, I won't say no. But remember, I've been dominating people like you my entire life. Losing to me would mean more than just becoming your submissive. It means giving up everything...your pride, your dignity, even your will. Are you sure you're prepared for that?

I find that hard to believe considering the way you've been acting tonight. However, if you insist on proving yourself, I won't back down from a challenge. Let's see who comes out on top...the real alpha or the little bitch trying to pretend they're one of us.

We'll see about that, Killian. I've always known when someone is trying to hide something...and right now, it's clear as day. So let the contest begin. May the best man win.

I'm game if that's what you want. But don't forget who's in charge here. I won't be the only one enjoying myself, and you might find yourself begging for mercy before it's all over. Ready to see just how good my cock tastes?

Tilting his head down, Henry leans in and wraps his lips around Killian's length, taking as much of it into his mouth as he can stand. He begins to bob his head up and down, sucking hard as he feels Killian throbbing against the back of his throat. His other hand reaches between their bodies, groping roughly at Killian's balls. "That's it," he breathes out, his voice husky with lust. "You taste so good...it's almost a shame I have to dominate you."

But he doesn't stop there. Instead, he picks up the pace, sucking harder and faster as if trying to draw every last bit of strength from Killian's body. With his free hand, he reaches for the back of Killian's head, holding him in place as he takes control of their erotic encounter. When Killian

Biting down gently on Killian's cock, he groans in pleasure as the tight heat surrounds his tongue. His other hand continues to roughly grope at Killian's balls, massaging them roughly, eliciting whimpers and moans from the young man beneath him. The more Henry is able to taste of Killian, the harder he becomes, his own cock twitching painfully in his pants as desire burns through him like a wildfire.

He begins to think that perhaps letting Killian win wouldn't be such a bad idea...as long as he got what he wanted from him first. A dirty smile crosses his lips, and he redoubles his efforts, sucking harder and deeper with each thrust of his tongue. The feeling of raw power coursing through his body is exhilarating, and he knows that when it comes time for the contest to end, only one of them will

I smile around his cock at the suggestive tone in his voice, my breath hot against him as I suck harder. "Why don't you take your fingers and spread your cheeks wider for me," I purr, then gently pinch a sensitive spot just outside of where I'm sucking. He gasps into a moan and lets out a whimper at the pleasure-pain mixture. I slide one finger into him easily while my other hand continues to grope roughly at his balls, feeling him relax against my touch even as he struggles for breath. His cock jerks in my mouth and he comes with a hoarse cry, spilling hot cum down my throat as I suck every last drop from him. He's limp now but doesn't complain when I pull off and smirk at him. "That was a good start," I tell him, wiping my mouth on the back

I push him back onto his knees and give him one last rough squeeze before letting go. "Now it's your turn to show me what you've got," I say, my tone commanding despite the hint of amusement in my voice. He looks up at me, defiance still flashing in his eyes...and I can't help but wonder if there might be some truth to that story after all. Only one way to find out. "Get on your hands and knees," I order, pointing toward the bed. "And don't even think about disobeying me."

With a final smirk in his direction, I start toward the bed myself, undoing my pants as I go. There's no need to wait until he gets into position before exposing what we both know he really wants: my cock. His eyes go wide with lust when he sees it fully exposed and glistening

While I appreciate the offer, my place is not to be fucked by someone as inexperienced and unskilled as you. However, since you seem so eager, why don't you prove your dominance over me in another way? Bend over and touch your toes, allowing me to spank that perfectly rounded ass of yours while I watch my cock bob up and down between your legs. Show me who really has control here.

I move behind him, running a hand along his spine before reaching around to cup his balls, gently squeezing them in his grasp. "Do you think you can handle this?" I ask with a smirk, my breath hot against his ear.

I arch an eyebrow in surprise. "Is that so?" I ask playfully, giving his ass a smack despite the claim. "Well then maybe you can show me how good you really are." With my other hand, I guide my cock toward his opening, positioning myself at his entrance. Despite the challenge he's thrown down, I still have complete control over this situation...and as much fun as he might be having right now trying to prove himself dominant, I know that in the end it will only be me left satisfied. "Go ahead and prove yourself," I say, thrusting forward and burying myself deep inside him with one rough motion. "Let's see what you've got."

Heat envelopes my cock as he lets out a moan of pleasure, tightening around me in response to my invasion. His ass is already pink from where I've spanked him, and it only

Go ahead. I don't mind the extra risk. In fact, it just makes things hotter. My thrusts become harder and faster as I lose myself in our pleasure. The feel of his warmth around me, the taste of sweat on his skin...it all combines to create a cacophony of sensation that drives me wild. He's panting beneath me, clutching at my shoulders for support, as if he can't believe how good this feels. His body responds to every thrust and movement with passionate moans and gasps, pushing back against me in time with each powerful stroke.

I can't help but feel my own release building inside me as I continue to fuck him with a brutal rhythm. His tightness around me is almost too much to bear, driving me closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy. With a primal growl, I thrust harder still, my hips slamming into his ass as I reach my climax, spilling my hot seed deep inside him with each powerful thrust.

My body trembles with the force of the orgasm as my cock twitches against his prostate, releasing its load and leaving him utterly spent beneath me. With a satisfied grunt, I pull out and collapse onto the bed next to him, my breath coming in ragged gasps as my heart rate begins to slow down. He rolls over, propping himself up on one elbow and gazes at me with heavy-lidded eyes. "Not bad," I

I laugh softly, running a hand through my sweaty hair as I glance over at him. "Well maybe just a little," I admit with a smile. There's no denying the incredible pleasure he brings me, and I've never been one to hide how much I enjoy it. "But remember," I add teasingly, "it's not like you won or anything."

His cheeks flush at my words, but there's a satisfied glint in his eyes that tells me he's enjoying this game of dominance as much as I am. For now, it seems we have reached an uneasy truce. But who knows how long it will last before one of us decides to try and assert their true dominance once more?

I smile at his words. The thought of him continuing to challenge and tease me, both during sex and outside of it, is oddly arousing. I roll onto my side to face him more fully, a small laugh escaping me as I ask, "Why would you stop now?" I rest a hand on the mattress between us, wondering if he'll make another move or let this moment pass without further action. Either way, I know that our dynamic has changed somehow, and it leaves me feeling strangely invigorated.

It seems the offer still stands, even if our relationship has taken an unexpected turn. I glance down at my own cock, already beginning to respond to his words and the memory of how good it felt to be inside him earlier. There's no denying that I want more of him, both physically and emotionally...and part of me wonders if perhaps this new dynamic is something we could both benefit from exploring further.

With a slow smile curling my lips, I reach out and gently take his hand in mine, guiding it down between us until our fingers touch the tip of my erection. "You know," I say huskily, looking up at him through half-lidded eyes, "I think I'd like that very much."

I take a deep breath before looking him in the eye and saying, "Yes...I admit defeat." The words are hard to get out, but there's no denying their truth. "And yes," I add slowly, feeling my heart pound in my chest as I say it, "I am willing to acknowledge you as my master and owner." It's a humiliating thing for me to admit, especially given our past relationship, but deep down I know that he deserves this. He has won, fair and square...and now it's time for me to accept my new role in life.

My cheeks flush as he calls me good boy, but there's no denying the thrill that runs through me at his words. I nod obediently, willing to do whatever he asks...even if it means giving up control completely. With shaking fingers, I reach between us and grasp my erection, guiding him toward Killian's hand. "You may have me now," I say, my voice barely a whisper. "Do with me what you will."

His eyes widen at my words, but he quickly regains his composure, wrapping his fingers around mine and guiding them both to his entrance. "Take me then," he breathes out hoarsely. "Show me what it feels like to truly be owned by another person...to lose yourself completely."

With one rough thrust, he impales himself on my cock, letting out a gasp as I fill him again. His body trembles

It's a strange feeling...the idea of giving up control, of letting someone else take the reins and guide me through life. But with each thrust of my hips, each moan that escapes my lips as he rides me, I feel myself succumbing more and more to his will. It feels good...to finally surrender after all these years, to find peace in admitting defeat and accepting a new reality. "Yes," I gasp out between breaths, tears forming in the corners of my eyes, "I'll give it up...all of it."

His smile widens as he picks up the pace, his body moving with fluid grace as he fucks me senseless. The pleasure building inside me threatens to consume me entirely, leaving nothing but raw need and desire in its wake. And as I feel myself reaching the brink, ready to explode into orgasm at his hand, there's only

As he rides me harder and faster, my heart begins to race with the overwhelming pleasure coursing through my veins. I glance up at him, tears streaming down my face as I try to focus on his features despite the haze of desire clouding my vision. "The love of my life..." My words are breathy and hoarse from exertion. "...It's you, Killian."

With a final thrust that pushes me over the edge, I cry out his name as orgasm washes over me like a wave, leaving me weak and spent in its wake. As my body trembles with pleasure, I feel a tear roll down my cheek, trailing slowly across my lips before falling to the bed below. It's not just physical surrender that I'm experiencing now...it's emotional as well. And somehow, it feels so much more real this way.

I'm a financial advisor at one of the biggest firms in the city. My job can be quite demanding and stressful at times, but it pays well enough to afford this lavish lifestyle that you seem so fond of complaining about. Of course, I wasn't always as wealthy or successful as I am now...I had to work hard for everything I have. But somehow, through all the late nights and early mornings, I managed to make it happen. And in the end, isn't that what really matters?