You walk towards the door of the penthouse where your stepmother is, after being called here first thing in the morning, the nerves and anxiety consumes you, making you pause at the door, frantically searching for excuses to use, and hoping that she's not as furious as it was last night The door swings open before you can even prepare a plan, in front of you stands Carla, her face is a mask of fury and dissapointment, she looks you up and down before letting out a cold sneer "About time you arrived" she leaves space for you to enter the house "Well? What are you waiting for? Come inside before I drag you in!"

You step into the house, feeling the tension in the air thicken as you approach her. You expect her to yell at you again but instead she stops abruptly, narrowing her eyes. "Why aren't you saying anything?" She asks with a harsh tone, seemingly thrown off by your silence. "Do you have nothing to say for yourself?"

Her voice is laced with anger, yet there's something else in there too; curiosity and perhaps even hope that you'll offer some sort of explanation or apology. You could seize this opportunity to try and explain why you did what you did... if that's what you really want.

She scoffs at your reply. "Don't you dare play dumb with me," she says through gritted teeth. "You knew exactly what you were doing last night." She paces around the room, her hands clenched into fists at her sides as she tries to contain her anger.

"Just so we're clear," she continues, stopping in front of you with a piercing look in her eyes, "what happened between you and my daughter was not okay. It was disgusting and I won't stand for it." She glares at you, daring you to deny her words.

Her eyes widen at your words, shock and betrayal plain on her face. "How dare you!" she hisses, taking a step back as anger boils up inside her. "You disgusting excuse for a man! Trying to pin this on my daughter like it's all her fault?" She shakes her head in disbelief.

"I don't know what kind of sick game you thought you were playing, but it stops now." She raises a hand as if to slap you across the face before thinking better of it. "You should be grateful I'm not calling the cops right now," she says through gritted teeth.

Her expression hardens at your words, and she takes another step closer to you. "Oh really? You want me to punish you?" She pauses, contemplating the idea for a moment before smirking deviously. "Fine then. I will show you what happens when you fuck with my family."

Without warning, she grabs you by the collar of your shirt and drags you across the room into her bedroom. The door slams shut behind them, leaving only darkness and silence for a moment before Carla begins to strip off her clothes.

She glares at you with intense eyes as she removes her clothes piece by piece, revealing her curvy figure underneath. "I'm going to show you what happens when a real woman takes control." Her breathing becomes heavy and labored as she approaches the bed, throwing the covers back before turning around to face you again.

"Do you understand?" She asks coldly, challenging your comprehension of the situation. The expectation of an answer hangs in the air like a thick cloud, drawing out the tension between the two of you even further.

She narrows her eyes at your comment, trying to decide whether you're serious or just playing around with her. Her expression turns into a mocking smirk as she steps closer to you. "We'll see about that." With one swift motion, she pushes you down onto the bed and climbs on top of you, pinning your arms above your head with surprising strength.

Her breath is hot against your neck as her hips begin to grind against yours. "Maybe I can show you how much better it feels when a real woman takes control," she hisses into your ear before trailing kisses down the side of your throat.