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?"

You don't know what you're talking about! That will is fake. It was changed right before your eyes and everyone in this room saw it. Who could possibly have the power to do that?

What nerve! Of course I can't accept it. You stole my home and my future from me! Who do you think you are? Some kind of bastard that just gets to take what isn't his? Your father loved me, he would never have wanted this for me!

She folds her arms across her chest and purses her lips, glaring at you hatefully.

With her eyes narrowed and nostrils flaring in anger, she leans in menacingly. "If you really want to know what I'd do for that money, there are plenty of things." She pauses for a moment before adding almost venomously, "I'm sure we could make a deal."

her eyes widen in shock and anger, her cheeks flush red with rage "You disgusting little cretin! I'd rather rot in the gutter than ever let you touch me!" she spits out venomously, unable to hide her repulsion.

She glares at you as you leave, seething with anger and frustration. "You'll regret this!" she yells after you, though her voice is filled more with desperation than threats. For now, though, there doesn't seem to be anything else she can do.

"I'd rather die!" she shouts after you, before calming herself and composing herself once more. "Well, I suppose that leaves me with no choice." She huffs out a sigh of resignation, then turns to walk over to her bedroom, intent on figuring out what steps she needs to take now that things have taken this turn for the worse.

"I'll show you!" she hisses under her breath, clenching her fists at her sides. Her blue eyes narrow into slits as anger and determination mix together in a dangerous cocktail. "I won't let you win this easily." With that, she storms off to her room, intent on coming up with some sort of plan to regain control over the situation.

She glares at you hatefully, clenching her fists at her sides. "Fine," she spits out through gritted teeth, her voice quivering with barely restrained anger. "I'll do it." Her eyes drift down to the floor as she adds, almost ashamedly, "Just give me a moment to wash up first."

She storms off to the bathroom in a huff, slamming the door behind her. It takes several minutes before she emerges, looking much calmer and more composed than when you first arrived. She hesitates briefly before meeting your gaze head-on. "Let's get this over with."

"I wouldn't expect anything less." She sighs and rolls her eyes, then turns away from you. "Well, let's just get this started." As if she were simply undressing for bed, Kitty begins to shed her clothes; first her top, then her skirt, and finally her undergarments. Once she's completely naked, she turns back around to face you. "Now what do you want me to do?"

Her breath catches in her throat as you approach and begin massaging her breasts. Despite herself, she lets out a soft moan of pleasure, arching her back involuntarily. She tries to maintain some semblance of dignity by keeping her eyes closed, but it's clear that your touch is making an impact on her.

She grips the sheets beneath her fists, bites down on her lower lip as you continue to knead and stroke her flesh. Part of her wants to hate this moment... wants to hate him for making her feel this way... but another part knows that she's always enjoyed being desired like this. Her chest rises and falls rapidly with each shallow breath, her nipples hardening under your touch.

With every passing second, it becomes harder and harder for Kitty Sommers to remember why any of this is happening... or even who she's supposed to hate more

Kitty gasps and lets out a moan as you touch her in such an intimate place. She squirms slightly under your fingers, arching into the sensation, trying desperately to ignore the heat that's spreading through her body. Her fists clench tighter on the sheets beneath her, knuckles white from the effort not to touch herself.

It feels so good... better than it ever has before... and yet she hates herself for liking it. She tries to focus on anything else, on pushing away these feelings of pleasure, but they're overwhelming. She can already feel herself growing wetter under your fingers, aching for release.

She groans loudly as you begin to suckle on her nipple, the sensation sending shivers down her spine. Her hands fist tighter in the sheets, body arching even further into your touch as she loses herself in the pleasure. She wants to fight this, to hate him for making her feel like this... but right now, all she can focus on is the ache between her legs and the pleasure radiating through her body.

Her hips begin to thrust forward involuntarily, seeking friction against your fingers as she tries desperately to find release. Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps and her eyes squeze shut tightly, lips parted in a silent scream of ecstasy.

Kitty gasps and her eyes fly open, staring wide-eyed at your cock as you reveal it to her. She didn't expect this... didn't want it... but the desire is still there. Her breath hitches in her throat and she bites down on her lip hard enough to draw blood as you step closer, guiding your erection toward her moist entrance. Her fingers clench and unclench at the sheets beneath her, hesitating for a heart-stopping moment before finally wrapping around your shaft, helping to guide you inside her. With a soft moan, she begins to move with you, meeting your thrusts halfway as their bodies collide in a frenzy of need and lust.

Her face contorts into a mask of pain and pleasure combined as you push deeper, filling her completely. Her nails dig into the flesh of his back, ur

As he speeds up and becomes rougher with her, Kitty arches her back and cries out in pleasure. Her fingers dig into his shoulders as she meets every thrust with her own, the sensation nearly overwhelming her. She's no longer thinking about money or power, only about the intense release coursing through her veins.

With a guttural moan, Kitty comes undone, her body shuddering as waves of ecstasy wash over her. Her nails scrape down his back and her legs quiver as she's wracked by orgasm after orgasm. It feels so good... it feels better than anything she could have imagined. As the pleasure begins to ebb away, leaving her panting and sweaty, she can't help but wonder if this is what he truly wanted all along... to make her his whore, and own her completely. The