Carter puts the camera to use. And introduces the idea of anal to Ame
Carter lay in his bed, his gaze fixed upon the screen in his hand. The steam from the shower created a dreamlike quality to the scene before him. Soft curves and glistening skin as Ame washed herself; her movements graceful and smooth, utterly unaware she had an audience. He traced the line of her neck as she bent her head back to wash her hair, zooming in to trace the delicate lines. Memorizing each line, each curve of her body for the week he’d be forced to go without this. Her. His pet.
Mine. He thought. This footage was his. She was his.
Ame wrapped her hair in a towel and then secured another around her body before unlocking the bathroom door. Despite the second shower, and scrubbing her body until it glowed red, she still felt the filth of her wanton need coating her like a second skin. She stepped out of the bathroom and collapsed onto the bed, still damp and draped in the towels. She laid there, trying to process the day’s events but her mind was a fog of exhaustion and shame. Soon, she succumbed to sleep, the bedside lamp still lit.
Carter watched for a moment longer on his phone, the blinking red dot in the corner of his app indicating that it was recording as he put his phone in his pocket. He got up from his bed and padded quietly down the dark hall, the soft light of the bedside lamp spilling under the seam of the door to his stepmother's room like a beacon for his desires.
The telltale whimpers from her nightmares, a sound he knew so well, let him know she was fast asleep. He pushed open the door quietly, the sight of her half naked form elicited a low growl from his chest. It was a tangled sound; the mixture of a beast who wanted to stake its claim and the dragon guarding its most prized possession.
He approached the bed silently, his eyes locked on the rise and fall of her chest beneath the towel. He pulled out his phone and started the video recorder before his hand even touched her. The camera captured his fingers as they found the edge of the terry cloth and slowly pulled it loose. It fell away to reveal her breasts and stomach, pale in the lamplight. A soft murmur from her made him pause, his hand hovering over her skin. He held his breath, the phone still recording, until she settled back into a deep sleep.
He waited one more beat before his hand reached forward and fingers brushed over the skin on her stomach, the touch like an electric bolt up his arm. Her skin was warm and soft and supple as they travelled upwards towards the curve of her breast. She responded with a sigh and the slight arch of her back into his hand as it cupped the underside of her breast and his thumb grazed her nipple, hardened by the cool night air. Her desires bled through her unconscious thoughts, betrayed by her body’s response to him.
Carter smiled, one hand undoing his pants to discard them as he climbed into bed next to her. As he had on previous nights, he gently drew her sleeping form against him, settling into their familiar embrace. And, like before, she sighed and relaxed into his arms as the feeling of safety and security enveloped her in her sleep. He let his hand cup her breast again, rolling the nipple between his fingers as she moaned, her body responding naturally to his stimulation. His cock, straining beneath the fabric of his boxers, nestled into the cleft of her asscheeks as if finding its home.
He leaned in, his breath fanned warm and possessive over the curve of her ear as he whispered. “You’re mine, sweet Ame. Every inch of you. This sweet cunt…” His hand first dipped lower to caress the slit between her legs, then slid back up her body to tweak a nipple “Your breasts… All mine. And soon, I’m going to own all of you. Every. Single. Hole.”
She responded, slowly as she woke from her sleep in a fog of arousal and confusion, hazily aware of his hands that roamed across her body and the swell of his cock against her ass. She moved against him and into his touch, subconsciously enjoying the feel of his body pressed against her, the warmth of his hands that enveloped her breast and cupped her sex. But when his hand drifted lower, a new intrusive pressure against her ass, shocked her fully awake. Her body stiffened and her cheeks clenched as if to reject the wandering digit.
He smiled and pressed his lips to the back of his head, in a dominant, possessive kiss. As she awakened, he pulled her onto all fours and positioned himself behind her, looking down onto the perfect curve of her ass, forming a plump heart shape that directed him to her deepest treasure. He pulled her legs open for access and released his aching cock. Hard and angry and needy for his cunt, his pet, his plaything. He rubbed the tip of his cock, glistening with precum, along her outer lips and upwards to press at her puckered rosebud then back. She whimpered and tried to pull away but he held her fast with one hand pressed to her lower back. Spreading his fingers, he pressed his thumb against her asshole, and rubbed circles against her untouched hole.
“Shhh, just relax, pet. I’m just getting you used to it.” He leaned forward, his voice low as he spoke to her, calming her down. He lined his cock up with her pussy and thrust into her with one harsh thrust, impaling her on his thick cock. She gasped, and cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure as he filled her. One hand held the phone to get a close up of his cock splitting her cunt open, while the thumb of his other hand pressed harder against her puckered asshole.
“You’re going to love me here, too, aren’t you, Ame? Touch yourself for me.” He growled as he pressed the tip of his thumb in her ass. Beneath, her hand reached down and circled her clit as she moaned. The discomfort of his thumb in her ass was overshadowed by the pleasure building in her cunt from his cock and her fingers on her clit. He sank his thumb deeper into her ass with every thrust and soon was pumping his finger in and out of her in time with his driving strokes.
“Who owns these holes, Ame?” Carter growled and circled his thumb inside her ass, widening it as it relaxed under the manipulation. The camera, held steady in his hand, captured the lewd perfection of his cock splitting her cunt open as his thumb possessed her ass. He could feel her pussy and ass clench around him as she neared her climax and he slowed down, refusing to let her cum just yet. “Who, pet?”
“No…” Ame gasped as she refused to admit the truth but her mind was weak against the assault of pleasure on her senses. Her body hummed with a desperate, frantic need of release; the release that he was denying her. “Please, Carter.”
“Wrong answer, pet.” And suddenly, all movement stopped. His thumb and his cock buried deep in her ass and cunt halted but the fire burning in her roared at the agonizing stillness, a silent, internal scream for the friction to continue.
“Who. Owns. You?” He began anew, but each thrust was not designed for her pleasure, each thrust was to emphasize his ownership of her, his control over her and her pleasure. He turned his hand and pressed the pad of his thumb against the thin membrane between her cunt and ass, increasing the sensation and the sensory assault on her body.
It was too much. The fullness in her pussy, the friction between and his heavy balls slapping against her clit. It was a tidal wave, a tsunami of sensation until her mind, heavy with the desperate need to cum, could no longer form a coherent thought. She wanted to fight it, but her body, traitor that it was, begged and screamed for the release that only he could give. He could feel her approaching the edge and would cruelly back off, slowing his rhythm each time she neared release, prolonging her torment.
She couldn’t last.
“You! You own me!” She screamed, the words ripped from her throat as her will broke. Her voice echoed in the room amidst the lewd slapping over their bodies together. And as those words escaped her lips, he unleashed himself on her, slamming his cock and his thumb into her as he shoved her off the cliff of her resistance. She fell and time stopped, before the orgasm slammed into her. Her body spasmed and convulsed beneath him, her cunt and ass clamped down around his cock and thumb, milking him as he emptied himself inside her.
They collapsed on the bed, together. His cock lodged deep inside her cunt, even as it began to soften. His thumb circled the inside of her ass, pumping slowly in and out through the postorgasmic bliss. She lay there, pinned beneath him, feeling the fullness in her cunt and ass. He can feel her body tremble, whether from her internal struggle or from the receding waves of her orgasm, he couldn’t tell nor did it matter. He smiled into the back of her head and pressed a kiss to it, the scent of her sweat and shampoo enveloped his senses as he turned his head to whisper in her ear.
”Get some sleep, pet,” he whispered, his voice quiet and tender as he withdrew his cock from her pussy and his thumb from her ass. The phone recording had stopped long ago and he wrapped his arms around her. So different were his touches now compared to the way he claimed her earlier. His touches were gentle, tender even and her body melted into them as if he wasn’t the one who had just violated her.
The war raged inside Ame’s mind, unable to reconcile the sweet stepson she knew with the monster who ripped a confession of ownership from her; unable to reconcile her role as the loving, devoted wife she was with the insatiable creature she’s become. But she was exhausted and the deceptive warmth and comfort from Carter’s chest and the weight of the blanket pulled over them eventually lulled her off into a fitful sleep.
The next morning, she awoke first to the sunlight warming her skin. She sighed into the warmth at her back and turned, expecting to see her husband on his side of the bed. Instead, Carter lazily opened his eyes as he felt her shift, even as his arms tightened around her, pulling her against his chest. She made a sound of protest as she struggled against him, the memory of last night flooded her mind. The shame was immediate, a cold stone settling in her stomach. But it was more than that. It was the ghost of his hands on her skin, the ache between her legs, and the distinct, humiliating memory of being stretched in a place she’d never been touched before.
Carter smiled as his hands roamed the petite woman in his arms with a proprietary confidence. One hand cupped her bare breast, his large hand covering it as his fingers rolled the nipple. Her mind screamed at her to get away, frantic not to allow a repeat of last night happen again. But her body, the traitor, betrayed her. Her nipple pebbled in his fingers and a heat ignited in her stomach. The gasp that escaped from her lips was a tangle of outrage and the undercurrent of pleasure. A sound that renewed her struggle to leave, even as her body arched into his.
“Stop, Carter.” She gasped, but her protest was swallowed by a moan as his other hand drifted lower. His fingers curled upwards, finding that sensitive spot inside her, and she was horrified to feel the residue of his cum still leaking from her. He took his time, thrusting his fingers in and out of her before he smeared the slick evidence of his ownership across her pussy lips. His hand drifted lower, and the new, intrusive pressure against her tender asshole made her freeze. She stiffened against him, no.. not again.. a jolt of fear finally spurring her hand to move, to pull his grip away.
“Shhh, look. Look how beautiful this is.” Instead of being angry at her refusal, Carter whispered in her ear, a tinge of pride in his voice. He simply reached for his phone and retrieved the video recording of last night and held it in front of her. The image on the screen, to her horror, showed a close up of his cock as it plunged into her cunt and then of his thumb violating her ass. The lewd sounds and her desperate moans filled the quiet morning air.
Ame squeezed her eyes shut in shame at seeing her most intimate parts, the most intimate act recorded in such a crude manner. A wave of nausea and shame threatened to bubble out of her throat; she couldn’t bear to see herself like that, like a thing being used and displayed. Carter’s hand reached up and squeezed her jaw gently, his thumb stroking her cheek as he directed her gaze back to the screen. “Don’t turn away Ame, look how beautiful you are.”
The noise continued to echo through the room culminating in her scream of ownership. He let the video play for a moment longer as the screen focused on her face in that moment of ultimate surrender. He paused and stared at it reverently. Only then did he lock his phone, the sudden silence a heavy blanket on the room. He buried his face in her hair, inhaling the scent as his hand returned to its spot between her legs.
”See, Ame. This is your true beauty. Don’t resist me, don’t deny me again.” He coaxed, his voice a low, possessive hum. His fingers deftly stroked her clit, and her body responded traitorously, as it always did. Her juices flowed, and with that slick heat, he felt her resolve finally give way. Her once tensed muscles softened, a defeated sigh escaping her lips. He pulled her back up onto her hands and knees. He coated his middle finger in her arousal, then slowly circled the puckered ring of her ass before pressing the slick tip inside. It gave a bit of resistance, the tight ring of muscle rebelling, but with steady pressure, it slowly yielded just as she had to his manipulations. He paused after the second knuckle, allowing her a moment to adjust to the intrusive fullness before pressing the rest of his finger in. Then, slowly, he pumped it in and out. The gentle rhythm, a stark contrast to the brutal force of the night before, a quiet violation that felt more like possession.
“That’s a good girl.” Carter hummed as her body relaxed, and accepted the new intrusion. His cock was rock hard now and he lined it up to her slit, the tip spread the folds as he teased her entrance, coating himself in her wetness. It allowed him to sink into her with a slow, effortless glide. He circled his finger in her ass as he started to thrust in her gently, allowing her time to accommodate to the new sensation.
She couldn’t help but moan as his cock filled her. His earlier tease of her clit had already ignited the fire in her abdomen and her need was growing to desperate heights. A strange pleasure blossomed from the finger in her ass; it mingled with the pleasure from his cock until she could no longer tell one from the other. It felt good. Her back arched instinctively, pushing back into him as she panted with desperate, shameless need. She felt the finger circling inside her, felt the movement stretching her but the friction of his finger and cock together against that thin membrane was driving her arousal to a fever pitch.
Lost in the haze of pleasure, she barely registered the new pressure at her entrance until it slid in alongside the first. The sudden, intense, stretch made her gasp, but it was a sound of pleasure, her body humming, pleased that its needs were being met, and seemed to even welcome the fuller intrusion. Seeing how receptive she was to the additional digit, Carter began to thrust in her with his cock and fingers more earnestly. At first he alternated his cock with his fingers but as he felt himself get closer to climax, he pumped them together as one, increasing the friction on that wall that separated her vaginal canal with her bowels. With each thrust, he would spread his fingers inside her, stretching her even more, preparing her.
”Oh god, Carter.” She panted as she pressed her hips back against his cock and fingers. The stretching, the friction and the fullness crescendoed into a blinding light that clouded her reason. “I need—I can’t—I can’t…”
Carter continued to thrust into her, his hand on her hips squeezing tight momentarily before they reached up to wrap around her throat. He squeezed it, not enough to choke her but enough to remind her who was in charge as he pounded into her from behind.
”Carter, please! Please, I need to cum!” She cried out, not even realizing that she had begged for permission to cum. And was all he needed to hear. He increased the pace of his thrusts, his hand on her throat pulled her up against his chest as his fingers in her ass turned and curled upwards, hooking them in her. His breath was harsh and hot in her ear.
”Cum, now!” the growl erupted in his chest, and he exploded inside her, driving his cock deep as his fingers buried themselves in her ass. Her own orgasm tore through her, her back arching as her body convulsed around the double invasion. Her muscles clamp down on his cock and his fingers as they milked him with an instinctual, trained rhythm. They collapsed on the bed in a tangled heap, his weight pinning her down, just as it had the night before. They lay there panting in the aftermath, a tangle of limbs and sweat, before he finally withdrew. Though his cock and fingers left her, he sealed his claim with a small, possessive bite to the curve of her ear.
”I have a swim meet today. Are you coming? You should, and you should keep my cum in while you’re there.”