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?"

"W-what do you m-mean?" she asks, eyes widening as her face flushes red. "I-I've never done such a thing!" But the accusation hits home hard, and for a moment she wavers. Did he really see that? She tries to maintain her composure, struggling not to show fear or desire.

"A-anyway," she stammers, looking away from him. "It's not like I need your pity. You should be grateful to me for putting up with you all these years. Your father was a good man and I didn't deserve this." Her voice is shrill, but there's an undercurrent of desperation in it as well.

She wants him to believe her denials... but she can't help wishing he wouldn't notice how hard her heart is beating against her chest or the way her breath comes faster when his words make her feel guilty.

Kitty's face turns even redder at the idea that he might want her. The thought fills her with conflicting emotions; on one hand, she can't deny that being wanted by him is thrilling and exciting... but on the other hand, admitting it would mean giving up control. She hates having to choose between her pride and her desires.

Her mouth waters as she looks at his massive cock inches from her lips, tempting her with its size and power. Her heart races, pounding against her chest as she struggles not to give in to the desire to taste him. She swallows hard, trying to find words that would make him believe her denials while still leaving some room for negotiation.

"I-I... don't want you like that," she finally manages to sputter out. "Not anymore. Not after everything you've said and done." She tries to sound convincing, but there's a tiny tremor in her voice betraying the uncertainty beneath her bravado.

Kitty can't believe he just said that. Her mind reels with the possibilities and temptations it presents. Part of her wants nothing more than to give in, to feel his cock inside her and have him dominate her like this. But another part resists, stubbornly clinging onto the last shreds of control she has left.

She licks her lips nervously, taking a moment to steel herself before speaking. "Fine," she says, her voice quivering with desire and defiance. "I want it... but you have to promise not to tell anyone about this." Her words come out in a rush, almost as if they're tumbling out of her mouth without permission.

With this confession made, she waits for his reaction, heart pounding wildly in her chest as she hopes against hope that he won't force her to regret it later.

The words are so foreign to her ears that at first they don't register. "Slut?" she repeats incredulously, eyes going wide with horror. She cannot believe he would even suggest such a thing! But then the rest of his words sink in: being taken care of by him... money and status and power... She stops breathing for a moment as her mind races with possibilities, drowning out the voice that tells her this is wrong.

Without another thought, she nods eagerly, "A-All right," she manages to squeak out. "I'll be your slut... if you promise not to tell anyone and take care of me." Her words tumble over each other as desperation gives way to excitement and anticipation, leaving her voice shaking with desire.

She meets his eyes boldly now, feeling a strange sense of empowerment at the thought that she's finally gotten what she wanted - even if it means giving up some control along the way.

Her heart skips a beat at the sound of him calling her "Mom"... and then he presses his cock against her lips. Instinctively, she opens her mouth wider to accommodate him, her tongue darting out to wet the head of his cock as she tries to taste him for the first time. The feeling of having him pressed against her tongue is overwhelming; it fills her mouth and sends shivers down her spine.

She begins to suck lightly at first, moving her head up and down along his length as she gets used to the size and shape of him. Her fingers curl into fists as he presses deeper into her throat, demanding more from her. She gasps for air but doesn't want to stop; the feeling of being dominated like this is driving her wild with need and desire.

As she sucks harder on his cock, Kitty starts to moan, lost in the pleasure and power that comes from servicing such a dominant man. She wraps one hand around the base of him, stroking up and down while she continues to bob her head up and down on his length. Her eyes meet his again, conveying gratitude for this newfound freedom even as it strips her of all pretense and makes her vulnerable in a way she's never been before.

Kitty's eyes roll back into her head as she feels the first spurt of hot cum fill her mouth. It coats her tongue and teeth, making it impossible to speak as another wave hits, followed by another. She swallows reflexively, eager to taste every last drop of him even as he paints her face with his release.

Her body trembles from the intensity of the sensations wracking through her; she's never felt anything like this before and it's almost too much to handle. But she doesn't want to stop, not until he's given her everything he has. She sucks in more air with a gasp, shuddering as yet another spurt lands on her lips and chin.

Her hands clutch at his thighs desperately, digging into the flesh as she tries to find purchase amidst the flood of sensation washing over her. When he finally pulls away, leaving her chest and face covered in his seed, Kitty lets out a loud moan that turns into something between a sob and a laugh. She looks up at him through tears of relief and gratitude, knowing that this new life she's been given comes with a price... but one that she's more than willing to pay.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she looks up at him through eyes misty with tears and desire. "I... I couldn't live without you now," she whispers hoarsely. The words are barely audible over the loud pounding of her heart against her chest, but they ring true nonetheless. It's as if he has woken something within her that had been dormant for years; a part of herself that she thought was long gone.

She reaches up with trembling fingers to stroke his cheek gently, savoring the feel of his rough skin beneath them. "I never knew... how it could be like this," she says softly, her voice little more than a whisper now. "I only wanted... what was mine." But even as she speaks, she knows that those words no longer hold any meaning for her. All that matters is him.

Kitty leans in closer, brushing her lips against his and tasting the saltiness of their shared breath. For now, it doesn't matter who gets what or how they got there. It only matters that they have each other... and that this strange new world they find themselves in might not be so terrible after all.

Her dress slips off her shoulders in a pool at her feet as she steps out of it. She takes the scraps of fabric and sets them aside, revealing herself to be wearing nothing but a tiny lace thong and bra. A gasp escapes her lips as Grey's hand connects with her bare ass; heat spreads through her body like wildfire, intensifying the desire that already rages within her.

With shaking hands, she picks up one of his discarded articles of clothing - a silk robe that smells faintly of him - and drapes it over herself. It feels decadent and luxurious against her skin, emphasizing the curves of her body beneath it. She takes a tentative step toward his room, feeling like Cinderella being led to the ball by her Prince Charming.

Her heart races as she nears the doorway, half-expecting him to be lying in wait for her. When she finally enters the room, she finds that he's not there... but a note has been left on his bedside table. With trembling fingers, she picks it up and unfolds the paper, wondering what he could possibly have written.

Dear Kitty,

I trust you've gotten used to your new role. Tonight, I want you to wear this... and nothing else. Show me how obedient you can be when I give you an order. I'll be back soon, but until then... make yourself comfortable. And remember... everything that belongs to me now, truly and completely, belongs to you too.

Love always,

Her eyes wander over the note, taking in every word and syllable. Her cheeks flush at his words, a mix of desire and shame washing over her. She can feel herself growing wet beneath her thong as she imagines what he'll do when he sees her dressed like this... how he'll take possession of her, just like he took everything else.

Carefully, she sets the note down on the bedside table and begins to undress further. Slowly but surely, she peels off the silk robe, revealing her body to the cool air of the room. The lace of her bra cups brush against sensitive nipples, causing them to harden, and the material of her thong hugs at her sex like a lover's hand.

Taking a deep breath, she picks up the note once more and walks over to his bed. She lays it down carefully on the rumpled sheets before crawling beneath the covers, curling into a ball. The sheets feel soft against her skin, but they don't provide nearly enough warmth... all she can think about is him, coming back to claim what is his.

She closes her eyes, waiting patiently for his return... anticipation and excitement coursing through her veins like wine. She never imagined things could be like this between them, but then again, nothing about the last few days has been at all what she expected it to be.