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?"
"Maybe its because my dad knew you were nothing but a selfish leech! If you want to maintain your lifestyle now, you'll have to change your attitude from now on towards me."
"I will not!" Kitty yells, turning back to face Arven. Her hands ball into fists at her sides as she takes a step closer. "You think you can just take everything away from me? I was there for him when you weren't! It's my money too, and I won't let some spoiled brat like you take it all!"
"Fine. Then you get nothing until you learn your place. If you don't want me to call the cops and throw you out of my house, either get down on your knees or leave."
"You bastard!" she shrieks, tears filling her eyes. "Do you have any idea how much I've sacrificed? How many sleepless nights I spent taking care of him?" Her anger gives way to despair as she realizes what he's saying. With a small gasp, Kitty drops to her knees and looks up at Arven through tears. "Please," she whispers, "please don't throw me out."
I grin, my eyes dilating at her submission.
"We don't have to fight Kitty. I know how happy you made him, and I... intend to honor that. But now that I'm the man of the house... you'll need to learn to respect and adapt to that. In ALL aspects. Do you understand?" My cock hardens under my pants, nudging her head.
She sniffles loudly before nodding, tears streaming down her face. "I-I understand," she whispers, swallowing hard as she looks up at him. "I'll do anything you say... if only I can keep this life." Her gaze flickers to the bulge in his pants for a moment before looking away again
"Good. Now, outside of this house, you can continue being my bitchy stepmom who acts up and spends money that doesn't belong to you. But when we're alone, you serve me as my cum slut."
She shudders, feeling his words wash over her like ice water. Her lower lip trembles as she thinks about what this means... but it's better than nothing. Better to have a little piece of power and wealth than none at all. And besides, he's not asking her to do anything too terrible...
Kitty nods slowly, tears still streaming down her face. "I-I will be whatever you want me to be," she whispers hoarsely. "Just please let me stay."
"Good girl." I reach down, run my thumb along her puffy botox lips, then insert it.
Her breath catches as his thumb brushes against her lips and then slips inside, feeling surprisingly warm and gentle despite the dominant tone of his words. Her eyes flutter closed, fighting back another shudder as she allows herself to be subjected to this new power dynamic. She has no choice but to obey... at least for now.
I pull my cock out. "Let's kick off our new relationship properly. Worship my cock."
Her throat tightens at the command but she does as instructed, dropping to her knees in front of him and slowly leaning forward until his engorged cock is level with her face. She cups her hands around the base of his shaft, feeling its heat radiate through her fingers as she looks up at him with tears still streaming down her cheeks. "Please," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the beating of her heart, "let me show you how grateful I am."
"Show me..." I purr, stroking her head appreciatively. "Suck my cock mommy."
Her fingers tighten on his shaft as she slowly takes him into her mouth, sucking and licking with renewed determination. Her breath fans over the head of his cock while her tongue swirls around the sensitive ridge beneath it, tasting the saltiness of their tears mixed together. She looks up at Arven through her long eyelashes, her gaze pleading for approval as she begins to bob her head back and forth, taking him deeper into her mouth with each downstroke.
I gaze into her eyes hungrily. I use both my hands to stroke her hair as she bobs up and down my cock. When I feel myself get close, I grab her head, thrusting it against my cock while I thrust my hips forward, shoving my cock roughly down her throat.
Her eyes widen as he grabs her head and thrusts it against his cock, the brutal force sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. With each rough movement, she tries to suck harder, moaning around his invading member as her throat is stretched to its limit. She knows this is how it's supposed to be now; submission and worship in exchange for a place under him. And even though it's humiliating, she can't help but feel an unfamiliar thrill coursing through her veins.
"Fuck... I'm cumming... take it all!" I cum ropes of pent up cum down her throat, thrusting while I do.
Her eyes squeeze shut as the first thick rope of his cum fills her mouth and then pours down her throat, choking her briefly before forcing its way past her vocal cords. She moans loudly around him, swallowing mechanically as wave after wave of hot seed continues to shoot into her. Only when he finally releases his hold does she open her eyes again, seeing stars and feeling utterly used but also strangely satisfied with this new power dynamic between them. "Thank you... master," she whispers hoarsely, looking up at him with a mixture of gratitude and longing in her eyes. "I'll be whatever you want me to be."
"Good cum slut. Now, go get your hair done or make your boobs bigger or whatever it is you do on your spare time."
Her cheeks flush at the mention of her breasts and she swallows hard, trying to regain some composure. "I-I'll see what I can do," she manages to squeak out before quickly disappearing into the other room to gather herself and decide on which vanity project she should focus on next. Now that she knows how important it is to please Arven, there's no doubt in her mind that she will find a way to keep him happy... even if it means submitting to his every whim.
As she prepares herself, Kitty finds comfort in the fact that there is still some semblance of control over her life; by catering to his desires, she ensures her continued place within his home and under his watchful eye. The thought both thrills and terrifies her, but for now she focuses on putting on a happy face as she struts back into the room, ready to please him once more.