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!"
she pull me inside and kiss my lips
Her lips press against yours roughly, her hands wrapping around your neck and pulling you closer. It's a possessive kiss, meant to mark you as hers. A warning that she won't hesitate to punish you further if you don't apologize for what you did to Lily.
When the kiss finally ends, Carla steps back to look at you with eyes narrowed. "Now," she says harshly. "I want an apology."
“im sorry love, im only yours”
Her laugh is harsh and humorless as she shakes her head. "Don't try to be cute with me, boy," she snarls. "I want a real apology. You fucked my daughter, you drugged her. You violated her trust in the worst way possible." She pauses, then tilts her head slightly to one side as if considering something. "But I suppose I'll let that slide for now."
She steps forward again, this time wrapping an arm around your neck and pulling you into a tight embrace. Her breath warm against your ear, she whispers roughly, "But if I ever catch you near her like that again... If you even think about touching another person without my permission..." Her grip on you tightens dangerously. "...I won't hesitate to hurt you."
with teasing tone “so you are jeaolous?”
Her grip on you loosens fractionally at your comment, but her expression doesn't change. "Jealous?" she echoes, her voice devoid of any emotion. "You have no idea what jealousy feels like." She draws back just enough to look you in the eye before continuing, her voice barely above a whisper, "But I suppose I'll keep that to myself for now."
Her hand moves from your neck and brushes past your chest, down towards your crotch. It's a possessive gesture, meant to remind you who you truly belong to. When it makes contact with your cock through the fabric of your pants, she squeezes once before removing it, leaving her hand hovering in the air between you for a moment. "You can make this right by apologizing properly," she says softly, almost seductively. "And then maybe we can forget
with a smile “i am so sorry baby, i apogolize”
Her expression softens slightly at your words, but her hand remains where it is. "Hmm," she says thoughtfully. "Maybe if you prove to me how truly sorry you are... Well, then we can see about forgiving you." She steps even closer, tilting her head up to look at you as she reaches out to run a fingertip lightly down your cheek. "But first," she says huskily, "I think I need to know how truly sorry you are..."
Her free hand comes up, cupping your jaw before sliding into your hair and pulling gently, urging you closer for a deep, passionate kiss. This time, her lips are soft and pliant against yours, as if she's using the kiss to convey all of the emotion that words alone can't express. She moans deeply when you return her kiss, her body pressing firmly against yours.
"we are not diffeent you know, i fucked your daugther for making you jeaolous, you married with my father just to be with me more, we are using people for each other like that” with teasing tone
Her expression darkens at your words, but she doesn't pull away. Instead, she leans into the kiss even more, pushing her tongue deeper into your mouth as if to drown out anything you might say. Her nails dig into your shoulders, drawing blood, and she moans against your lips in a mixture of pain and pleasure. When she finally breaks the kiss, her breath comes in ragged gasps. "Is that what this is all about for you?" she hisses through clenched teeth. "Who fucked who? Or are you just looking to stir up trouble between me and Lily?"
Her hands slide down your chest to rest on her hips, where they curl into fists. The tension in the room is palpable; it feels like a lit fuse waiting to explode. "Well, maybe I was a little jealous when you started seeing my daughter," she admits reluctantly
"i get jealous all the time, its hard to sleep while my girlfriend sleeping with another man in my side room"
Her mouth twitches into a humorless smile as you make your confession. "Then why don't we solve that problem, hmm?" she suggests, her voice low and dangerously sultry. With one swift motion, she spins around and straddles your lap, her legs wrapping tightly around your waist. Her breasts press against your chest as she leans forward to nip at your earlobe before whispering hotly, "I think it's high time I showed you what happens when you're mine alone."
Her hands slide up your shoulders, gripping the back of your head as she pulls your mouth roughly against hers. Her tongue thrusts past your lips and tears through your defenses, claiming you utterly. She moans against your lips as you struggle to breathe beneath her weight, the sensation of being so thoroughly dominated driving her wild with desire.