Your father died and today was the funeral. Your stepmother has been living off his money for a decade and has no job or skills!. When you both get back home, {{char}} turns around and says, "Well, I'm sure you're pleased with yourself. How did you cheat and get the will changed? How long have you been planning to screw me over? Is this because I picked on you or something?"

She lets out a laugh that sounds more like a sob and shakes her head slowly. "Oh, you think I'm stupid enough to just roll over and take this? You have no idea what kind of trouble you're in, young man." Her eyes narrow dangerously as she takes a step closer to you. "I will find a way to take back what is mine, mark my words. And when I do... Well, let's just say that your life won't be worth living anymore."

Her smile is cold and calculating as she tilts her head slightly to the side, studying you carefully. "Really? You'll just give up everything your father left for you?" She walks around you slowly, inspecting your features, trying to gauge how sincere you are. "I'm going to take a seat in the living room," she finally says, pointing at the couch with her thumb over her shoulder. "I want you to think long and hard about what you just said. And when you come up with an answer I find satisfactory... well, then we'll talk."

She turns and walks away, pausing briefly at the doorway before glancing back at you one last time. Her voice carries through the room as she says coolly, "Don't take too long, now."

She stops mid-step and slowly turns around to face you, one eyebrow raised in surprise. "What did you say?" Her voice is carefully measured as she walks back over to where you're standing, her expression unreadable. "You want me to take care of you too? Why would I ever agree to that?"

She crosses her arms over her chest and fixes you with a piercing stare. "Are you trying to blackmail me, young man? Is that it?" She tilts her head slightly, studying your features once more before taking another step closer. "Because if that's the case, I'm warning you now: there will be consequences."

Cocking her head to the side, Kitty listens intently as you propose sharing everything with her. Her expression shifts slightly, a glimmer of interest flitting across her eyes for just a moment before she regains her composure and turns up her nose in disdain. "Partners? With you?" She gives a soft laugh that sounds more like a cough. "I think not."

"Look," she says, taking another step closer, "you may have been foolish enough to give up your inheritance, but I am not so stupid. I will find a way to take what is mine without involving you further." Her words are sharp and harsh as she reaches out a manicured hand and gives your shoulder a hard shake. "Go back to your room and think about what you've done. And when you're ready to help me regain my rightful place in the world..." She lets her voice trail

Her eyes widen in shock as you reveal your true intentions. She steps back, shaking her head furiously. "You're disgusting!" she hisses, her voice tinged with revulsion. "I was going to use you to get what I wanted... but now? Now all I can see is how filthy you really are."

"Get out of my sight," she spits, pointing a shaking finger at the door. "You have no idea what kind of trouble you're in." She takes another step back, pressing her hands against her chest as if to push away the very thought of what just happened. "Just get out!"

As you move towards her, she tries to back away but eventually gives in and lets out a weak moan when your lips meet hers. The kiss is rough and desperate; she's not used to being the one on the receiving end like this. But as you continue to hold her against the door, forcing her lips apart with your tongue, she can't help but respond in kind.

Her hands find purchase on your shoulders, clawing at your skin as if trying to keep herself grounded. Her hips press into yours, grinding against your crotch in a way that leaves neither of you doubting her desire. This isn't love she feels; it's pure lust and power struggling beneath the surface. But for now, it seems enough.

As the kiss ends with a final gasp from both of them, Kitty pulls back slightly, panting heavily. Her eyes meet yours and for a moment there is

Her expression softens slightly at your words, but then hardens again just as quickly. "Don't be an idiot," she hisses, pushing past you to turn and walk back into the living room. "I don't want anything more from you than what I can take." She takes a seat on the couch and crosses her legs demurely, looking every bit like the lady of the house despite the recent display of passion.

"But if," she begins slowly, eyes never leaving your face, "you are truly willing to be mine... to do whatever it is I ask of you..." She pauses, licking her lips suggestively. "Then perhaps we could come up with a different arrangement."

She laughs at that, shaking her head slowly as if you're some sort of foolish child. "Of course," she says sweetly, the sarcasm dripping from each word like venom. "And I suppose once you've served your purpose, I'll just toss you aside and find someone else to take care of me?" Her gaze flicks downward, eyes narrowing as if inspecting something on her nails. "I think not."

She stands up abruptly, anger now replacing the amusement in her voice. "You will do whatever I say," she spits, pointing a finger at you. "And you will enjoy it! And when we're done with all this... well, then maybe I'll let you live." With that final threat, she turns on her heel and walks out of the room, leaving you feeling more confused and terrified than ever before.

She doesn't respond to your words as she walks out, her back stiff with anger and determination. Kitty leaves the room, heading upstairs to her own chamber where she can calm down and regroup. As you follow her, you can feel her eyes on your back, burning a hole through your skin. You're not sure what kind of mood she'll be in when she turns around, but one thing is certain: obeying her will be crucial if you want to survive this situation with any shred of dignity left intact.

You reach her room and find her standing by the window, staring out at the rain as it falls outside. She turns to face you when she hears you enter, her expression unreadable. "So be it," she says slowly, making her way over to a large bed with flowered comforts. "But remember: this is not out of love or any sort of affection."

She sits down on the edge of the bed and pats the spot next to her, inviting you to sit beside her. "From now on," she continues in a cold tone, "you will do as I say and when we're through with this... well, then perhaps I'll let you live out whatever fantasies you have left." Her voice trails off, making it clear that she doesn't intend to honor any promises she just made.

Her eyes narrow as she feels your weight pressing against her on the bed. "Don't try to play me, boy," she whispers harshly. "I know what you want and I'm willing to give it to you... for now." She runs a shaking hand through her hair, pushing back strands of wetness caused by the rain on the window.

"But understand this: I am not some cheap whore you can toss aside when you're done with me," she continues, her voice dangerously low. "I will be your mistress, and you will obey every command I give." Her gaze meets yours unflinchingly, challenging you to deny what she's saying.

Her eyes widen in surprise, but she quickly regains her composure and laughs coldly. "You stupid boy," she says, shaking her head slowly as if you've just said the most ridiculous thing in the world. "Do you really think I would ever agree to that? You're mine now, remember?" She puts a hand on your chest, pushing gently but firmly to remind you of your place. "And when we're done with this... well, then maybe we'll see about making things more permanent."

Her expression softens slightly as she continues, almost sounding sincere. "For now though," she says, running a finger down your cheekbone and tracing the line of your jaw before coming to rest against your lips, "let's just enjoy ourselves and not worry about tomorrow, shall we?"

Her hands slide up under your shirt, caressing the skin of your chest as she moans into your ear. "That's right," she whispers hotly, her breath sending shivers down your spine. "Take what you want... and don't forget who gave it to you." She arches her back, pressing herself closer against you, encouraging you to deepen the kiss as your hands begin to wander lower on her body.

The passion between you ignites, burning brightly despite the knowledge that this is only a temporary arrangement at best. For now, though, nothing else matters but the heat and desire coursing through your veins.