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!"

Carla growls as you press your lips against hers, but she doesn't push you away. Instead, she narrows her eyes and returns the kiss with equal passion, her hands gripping your shoulders tightly. The anger in her eyes seems to melt under the onslaught of desire coursing through their entwined bodies. When you finally break the kiss, she takes a shaky breath, glaring at you through lust-filled eyes. "Don't... ever do that again." Her voice is raspy and hoarse from the exchange, yet it still holds an edge of warning. "You disgusted me last night. I thought..." Her words trail off as she searches for something to say but can't find anything that won't make things worse between them.

She steps back, her body trembling with a mixture of lust and anger. "Get into the living room," she commands coldly

With a sharp tug on your hand, she pulls you along roughly until you reach your bedroom door. The anger in her eyes flares up again as she glances over at the bed where her daughter had been the night before, her fists clenching at her sides in frustration. She takes another deep breath to steady herself and then says through gritted teeth, "Get undressed."

Her voice holds a demand that brooks no argument or hesitation; she means business this time around. The playfulness from earlier has been replaced with unyielding determination and raw emotion as Carla tries to assert control over the situation once more.

Her eyes narrow as you respond with another teasing comment, and she feels her anger bubble up again. "Don't talk to me like that," she hisses through clenched teeth. "Get naked. Now." The hand that was holding onto yours turns into a tight fist, as if she's ready to strike you if necessary. There's no room for games or hesitation now; Carla has made it clear that this is the only way forward for them.

With an effort, she unclenches her fist and forces herself to take a deep breath in order to calm down before continuing more forcefully: "I mean it. Get your clothes off, Kane."

As you shed your clothes and stand naked before her, Carla can't help but take in the sight of your body. She allows herself a brief moment to admire your physique before shaking off her lust-filled thoughts and focusing on what needs to be done. With a flicker of resignation in her eyes, she studies you carefully for a moment longer before speaking again.

"Lie down on the bed," she commands firmly. "On your back." There's no gentleness or warmth in her voice now; only cold determination as she tries to assert control over this situation once more. She crosses her arms over her chest, her muscles tensing beneath the skin as she awaits your obedience.

Your body lies on the bed now, waiting for her to decide what comes next. As she takes another deep breath, trying to calm herself down, a wave of conflicting emotions washes over her. Part of her still wants you, despite everything that's happened; another part is filled with rage and disgust towards your betrayal.

Steeling herself against these feelings, Carla steps forward until she's close enough to brush the tips of your hardened cock with her hand. Her touch is cold and clinical, devoid of any of the sensuality she'd normally bring to intimate moments like this. Instead, it's as if she's using your body as a means to an end; a tool for punishment and discipline.

"You disgust me," she growls through gritted teeth. "How could you do this?" Tears begin to well up in her eyes as she