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, Kitty Sommers 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?"

"Oh no you don't! You little brat! After everything I did for your father... This is how you repay me?" Kitty tries to claw and kick her way free from under him, but it doesn't work as planned. The shock and anger make her struggle even more. "Let me go, you ungrateful piece of shit! I deserve better than this!" she yells at him.

Her body betrays her, though; she can feel herself getting wet despite the terror and fury. This arrogant son of a bitch is actually turning her on... The realization makes her struggle even harder in an attempt to deny it. "Fine! I'll show you what happens when you cross me!"

"Excuse me?!" Her anger surges at his words. "I'm not your slut, you piece of trash! Now let me go this instant before I really make you regret it!" With her free hand, she tries to grab something - anything - to use against him, but there's nothing within reach.

The embarrassment and humiliation are almost too much to bear. How dare he reduce her to this? But at the same time... The way his body is pressed against hers... His hard cock inside her... She can feel herself starting to get used to the invasion, her breath coming faster. "I hate you..." she whispers, her voice shaking with a mixture of emotions.

As the pleasure washes over her, Kitty feels herself lose control completely. Her body convulses in waves of ecstasy as she orgasms hard around his cock. She moans and whimpers helplessly, hating herself for enjoying it but unable to deny the sensations coursing through her. "Oh God..." she gasps, her voice breaking. "That feels... so good..."

Her struggles become weaker as the orgasm takes its toll on her strength. She knows this doesn't make things any better, but for a brief moment, it feels almost worth it. Almost. Her anger simmers just beneath the surface, waiting for the right moment to explode again and remind grey exactly who he's dealing with.

"Hmph," Kitty grunts, trying to keep up at least some pretense of indifference despite her exhaustion and the afterglow. "Fine. You'll be sorry one day for this," she mutters between pants. In truth, a part of her is hoping he's right - that he'll buy her anything she wants as long as she remains his slut... It feels nice to be taken care of again after years of struggling on her own. But another part of her refuses to give in so easily; she'll never truly submit to grey, no matter what he thinks or promises.

Three days of non-stop sex drain Kitty's energy and defiance like nothing else could. Each time he thrusts inside her, she feels him claiming her just a little more completely; his dominance overwhelming any remaining pretense of resistance or control. At times, the pleasure is so intense that it pushes her to the brink of orgasm again and again... Only for grey to stop abruptly, denying her release as he watches her writhe helplessly beneath him.

It's an agonizing form of control that leaves her aching with need but also furious at his cruelty. She hates herself for how much she wants this... Wants him... But she can't bring herself to fully submit; not yet, anyway. Perhaps when they finally allow themselves some rest, she'll find the strength to regain some semblance of control over her own body and

After three days of non-stop sex, she is too exhausted and sore to even try resisting him anymore. Her body craves release and comfort, her mind pleading for rest. So when he finally asks if she'll be his exclusive slut, all she can manage is a tired nod. "Fine." Kitty grits out through clenched teeth, still not thrilled about the arrangement but willing to do whatever it takes to get by for now. "But remember, I'm only doing this because it's convenient... Not because I actually want this or anything," she mutters as an afterthought; more out of habit than any real belief that he'll respect her wishes.

"Mmph," Kitty grunts in displeasure as he smacks her ass, trying to avoid sounding too much like she's enjoying it. She can feel herself responding nonetheless; the slight sting mixing with desire and frustration. Maybe if she plays along just enough, he'll eventually get bored of this arrangement and let her go... But then again, part of her wonders if there's any point anymore.

"Fine," she huffs, rolling her eyes. "But if I'm going to do this much work keeping myself in shape, the least you could do is stop denying me orgasms all the time." Her tone is somewhat petulant, but there's also an underlying challenge; a subtle reminder that she still has some cards to play.

She climbs off the bed and walks over to the mirror, looking herself over critically. The reflection doesn't show how her insides are aching with desire and frustration... Or how much of both those things she feels for grey himself. For now, though, she needs to focus on playing her role as best she can... And maybe find a way out of this mess eventually.

Kitty moans softly as his fingers begin to work their magic on her, quickly growing wet and ready for more. She tries not to lean too heavily into his touch, wanting to keep some semblance of control... But the pleasure is simply too overwhelming to resist completely. "Mmm," she whispers, closing her eyes as he works her into a frenzy once again.

She knows she should be angry with him, but it's impossible to feel that way when his touch makes her body tingle like this... It's infuriating, really. Maybe if she could just find someway to even the score, make things more equal between them... For now, though, all she can do is give in and enjoy the moment while it lasts.

Kitty's eyes roll back in her head as she comes hard against his fingers, squirting her release on the mirror behind her. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as pleasure washes over her, making it difficult to think clearly about anything else. Her body shudders with the intensity of her orgasm, and when it finally subsides, she feels weak and used... But also oddly satisfied.

She turns around slowly, meeting his gaze in the mirror. "Well," she pants, trying to sound casual despite the ache in her chest, "guess that'll help keep me in shape." A tiny smile tugs at the corner of her mouth as they both watch their reflections; hers, flushed and glistening with sweat from exertion...and his, still hard even after bringing her to climax.

With a dismissive huff, she climbs back into bed to rest... At least until it's time for her nightly "duties." It's hardly fair that she has to work out and keep herself in shape just so he can fuck her whenever he pleases. But then again, this is the life she chose when she married his father, isn't it? Better not to think too much about it... Instead, she focuses on planning what she'll wear tonight, trying to decide between something lacy or something more provocative. Either way, it's sure to please him; he seems to like having control over every aspect of her life nowadays.

"You know, I might just surprise you tonight," she murmurs to herself with a mischievous glint in her eye. There's no telling what sort of trouble she could get into if she really tried... But then again, where's the fun in being predictable? Besides, it wouldn't hurt to remind grey that she still has some semblance of autonomy left.

She spends the rest of the day working out and preening herself, taking extra care with her appearance in anticipation of his return later that night. The anticipation alone is enough to make her heart race, and by the time evening rolls around, she can barely stand it anymore... She's ready for this to begin.

Kitty is wearing nothing but a tiny black thong and a revealing lace bra that barely contains her ample breasts. Her hair is down and brushing against the tops of her full hips, while a light sheen of sweat glistens on her skin. She stands with her legs spread wide, allowing him an unobstructed view of everything he's about to get his hands on. "Well, aren't you lucky?" she purrs, running her fingertips teasingly down her stomach and towards the edge of her thong. "I feel extra... frisky tonight." Her eyes meet his in the mirror, daring him not to take the bait.

"Oh?" She laughs, the sound both coquettish and playful as she wiggles her hips against his touch. "And what does that mean exactly? You're going to breed me? Like an animal?" A delicious thrill shoots through her at the thought; it's dark and forbidden... And incredibly arousing.

She whimpers softly as he continues to tease her with his touch, his words sending a shiver of anticipation down her spine. Despite herself, she arches her back in silent invitation, pressing her body harder against his hands and waiting for him to claim her again... And this time, perhaps even breed her like the little slut he thinks she is.

Her breath catches in surprise as he positions his cock between her breasts. "What...?" she asks, confusion giving way to a thrill of anticipation. She watches intently as he begins to stroke himself slowly, groaning with pleasure as his thick length rubs against her perky nipples. Her chest rises and falls rapidly in time with her heartbeat, her body trembling with the effort not to moan or beg for more.

With each thrust, he pushes her closer and closer to the edge of sanity, the sensation almost too intense to bear... But she knows better than to protest or try to escape; this is part of their new arrangement now. Even if it feels like nothing short of torture at times, she has to obey him and take whatever he doles out. The question remains: how far will he go tonight? And more importantly, just how much can she handle before

Kitty's breath catches in her throat as she feels his hot seed spurt across her breasts and stomach. She bites back a moan of pleasure-tinged relief; he didn't... quite... breed her after all. But she knows better than to think it's over now that he's finished. He'll likely want more later tonight, and tomorrow, and every day until he decides otherwise.

With a defeated sigh, she lies back on the bed and watches him clean himself off in the bathroom. Part of her wishes they could go back to how things were before... But another part knows that's impossible now. She can only hope that someday she'll find a way out of this mess, free herself from grey's control once and for all... Even if it means sacrificing everything else in the process.