“Why… why don’t you go do some studying while I finish preparing dinner?” Amaryllis whispered, hyper aware of Carter’s warmth and presence pressing into her back. It was distracting and she had a couple of slips that nearly took off her nail with the knife as she tried to get dinner ready. She also needed a moment alone to work through her thoughts.
“How can I leave you wanting like this though, pet?” His breath brushed over the curve of her shoulder as he placed a kiss at the junction. His hands slid down from around her lower and lower to the hem of her shirt that barely covered her exposed bottom. He felt her stiffen and shiver in his arms, the whisper of his touch grazing over her shaved mound before they dipped lower into the slick folds of her pussy. “Are you wet for me again, my Ame?” His tone was light, mocking, as if she could control her bodily reactions.
”We can’t, Carter. We shouldn’t.” Ame whispered even as her hips pressed back into him involuntarily. She could feel the bulge of his cock through the material, growing hard already. She bit back the moan that threatened to betray her lust as his finger flicked her clit, yet her hips pressed back into his cock as he laughed, low and amused. She could feel the juice slick on his fingers and around her lips and thighs, feeling utterly betrayed by her body. Wisely, she set down the knife to grip at the edge of the counter, trying to give herself some strength to resist.
“Father will be home in three days, don’t you want to make the most of it, mom?” His finger dipped lower and slid in her pussy easily. The moan she had held back escaped from her lips as her body shuddered and ground itself on the digit. What was wrong with her? Why couldn’t she stop him, why couldn’t she stop her body from wanting him? “Three days, Ame. I think that’s enough time to get you used to being mine, hmm?”
He slid another finger in her, then pulled out, teasing the entrance and her clit until she couldn’t help but press her hips towards him, the silent begging thick in the air between them. He knew her resolve was breaking, though she tried to fight it at every moment. The way her body responded to his touch, to his words. The way that she obeyed his commands. He knew it was only a matter of time before she was his completely, regardless of the status she had with his father. He had plans for her but he needed to ease her into her role first.
His hand around her waist slid up, squeezing her breasts before continuing up to her throat, his large hand easily wrapped around the delicate column of her neck. His fingertips ran down and pressed into the pulse points; a silent declaration of his power, of his command over her. Using his thumb, he turned her head towards him so he could capture her lips in a deep, possessive kiss. “You’ll be mine, won’t you, Ame.” He spoke it less like a question and more like a fact that was soon to come true. Before waiting for an answer he curled two fingers into her cunt, pumping them in and out as he ground his palm into her clit. His hand around her throat gripped tighter, constricting her air but she was halfway gone, lost in the feeling that grew in her lower abdomen and between her legs as it pushed her closer and closer to her climax. She ground herself down and back against his hand and his bulge.
”Oh my god, Carter, please.” Her plea came out in a whisper as he drove her closer to the edge. Her fingers first gripping the edge of the counter now reached back to pull at him, to increase the friction of his hand, of his pants between them. To increase the stimulation to bring her over. “Please, Carter, I need to cum.”
She whimpered, head falling forward in shame and need as he chuckled low in his throat. He teased her a moment and withdrew his hand to just grind his cock, against her perfect ass. “Does my needy slut need me to continue? Tell me, Ame. Who do you belong to?”
The growl in her ear unleashed something deep in her and she shook her head in an attempt to deny what she felt. But his fingers that now teased at her entrance, and feathered her clit clouded her mind until the only thing she could focus on was the pinpoint desire and need to cum.
”Tell me, slut. Who do you belong to?” He leaned forward and bit the curve of her ear; the gasp that it elicited melted into a moan as his tongue followed immediately after to soothe the pain that bloomed in the spot. She whimpered as the sharp pain of his bite caused her vision to flash white before it straightlined to her cunt in a mixture of pain and pleasure she couldn’t differentiate.
”Y… you, Carter.” She whimpered meekly, and he felt the swallow in his hand around her throat. Horny need overpowered any sense of reason she had previously retained. “Please, let me cum Carter, I’m so close. Please.” Desperately she tried to grind her hips against his hand again, to press back against him but could not fight against his grip on her.
“That’s right, pet. You. Belong. To. Me.” He growled in her ear as he thrust his fingers in her again, all at once. Each word punctuated by a thrust and grind of his hand against her cunt. And finally, that last hard thrust sent her over the edge. Her hands clawed at his as she came hard, her body trembling and held up only by his grip as her legs grew weak from the bliss coursing through her. She would have collapsed on the ground had his grip not been around her holding her in place. Slowly she stood herself back up as she regained her breath, shuddering as Carter withdrew his fingers from her soaked cunt, the sudden absence cool on her damp skin. She watched as he brought his fingers to lick at his fingers before smearing her own juices over her lips with a smirk.
”Don’t clean yourself up. Just call me down for dinner.” And he left her there, slight tremors ran through her insides as she gripped the kitchen counter to steady herself. It took her another moment to gather herself enough to continue with the dinner preparations. Her mind was reeling at what had just happened again. Twice already she gave herself up to him and his wishes when she had resolved to end..whatever it was they were doing…
Carter had retrieved the packages by the door and had retreated upstairs to unpack and set them up. It was a set of small nanny cams, high definition. He set them up in strategic, yet inconspicuous, places in the bedroom Ame and his father shared.
He regretted that he hadn’t got the session with Ame that morning on video. He was positive it would have been as hot to watch again as it was engaging in the sinful act. He was intent now to immortalize every sexual moment with Ame, especially with his father’s imminent return. He wasn’t sure how long he would be staying this time, but he knew he would desperately need material to hold him over while he played the dutiful son.
If history was any indication, his father would only stay a week or so before he had to leave again. But it was a week too long that his cock wouldn’t have free access to his beautiful stepmom. Now that he’s had a taste of her, he knew he’d never be able to get enough. If he couldn’t physically have her, at the very least, videos of when he did would tide him over momentarily.
Carter finished setting up the nanny cams and checked the angles from his phone. It wasn’t perfect and he probably would still want to get closeups with his phone. Perhaps he’d invest in a quality handheld for the closeup but, for now, his phone camera captured videos well enough.
Checking the camera angles again, Carter placed the last two in the bathroom, grateful that he upgraded the cameras to the waterproof models. He grinned, pleased that he covered most areas where Amaryllis would be exposed and especially pleased he’ll get some good angles for what he planned with her the next few nights.
His imagination was going wild in all the ways he would claim and use her. How he would train her to be the perfect submissive slut for all his needs. He returned to his room with those thoughts running in his mind until his stepmother called him down for dinner.
Thankfully Carter left her alone throughout dinner. He had his eyes on her the entire time, however, though she tried hard not to make any eye contact. She couldn’t. Not through her shame. Even their usual dinner chatter about the day was difficult and she had only asked questions out of routine but hadn’t paid any attention to what he said. His nonchalant demeanor completely threw her off, as did the silent way he watched her as if he had planned to continue where they left off earlier. Did he realize what he had done? No, of course he did. Why was he acting so unbothered by it when her world was spinning and upside down?
After dinner she spent extra time cleaning the kitchen, keeping herself busy as if being downstairs would keep him from touching her. Her throat was sore from the stretching and despite rinsing her mouth and a cup of coffee and dinner, she couldn’t get the taste of his cum out of her mouth, nor could she get the musky smell of him and herself out of her nose. Worse, she couldn’t forget the feel of his fingers in her as he pushed her over the edge. She couldn’t stop the wetness from slicking her thighs as much as she tried to push him out of her mind and to remind herself that she was married to his father.
Finally, having wiped the dishes dry and the counters several times too many, she made her way upstairs to retire for the night. Her room was empty and she sighed in relief, not realizing she had held her breath, expecting that her stepson was going to be waiting for her in her room. Her thoughts immediately turned to the shower as she made her way to the adjoining bathroom. She decided that it would be best to wash the events and evidence of the day off her skin and breathed another sigh out as she, upon a moment’s hesitation, locked the door behind her.
In his room, Carter watched as his stepmother locked the door to her bathroom, as if that would protect her. He watched from the screen as his mother undressed methodically, a slow, predatory smile spreading across his face as the camera gave perfect view of her incredible body.