She Used Me for a Dare… Now I Own Her Mother

“Do you know what she did?” Alex continued, his tone conversational, cruel. “She didn’t just bring you wine. She served you up on a silver platter.”

Vivienne’s eyes flew open. She tried to pull back, panic flaring in her chest, but Alex’s hands clamped onto her skull, holding her in place.

“She stood in that doorway and watched,” Alex told Helena, twisting the knife. “She watched me strip you. She watched me fuck you. And she didn’t lift a finger to stop it.”

He looked down at Vivienne, his eyes cold.

“She was ready to sacrifice you… her own boss… just for a taste of this dick. She sold you out for a fuck.”

Vivienne’s mind screamed. ’No! It wasn’t like that!’

He was destroying her. He wasn’t just exposing her lust; he was framing her as a traitor.

She needed to defend herself. She needed to speak.

She made a muffled noise of protest, her hands tightening on his thighs as she tried to pull her head back. She opened her throat, trying to dislodge the cock just enough to form a word.

“Mmph—!”

She managed to pull back an inch, her lips parting, desperate to explain.

“I—”

SLAM.

Alex didn’t let her finish.

​The moment she tried to speak, he punished her. He snapped his hips forward, driving the entire length of his semi-hard steel straight down her open throat.

​GHHUK!

​Vivienne convulsed.

​He went past the comfort zone, burying himself so deep the head of his cock grazed her vocal cords. It wasn’t just deep. It was silencing.

​”Did I say you could speak?” Alex growled, staring down into her watering eyes.

“Assistants don’t speak. They suck.”

He held her there for five agonizing seconds.

Her lungs burned. Her face turned a dark, blotchy red. Her eyes leaked tears that ran horizontally into her ears. She was drowning in him.

Then, mercifully, he pulled back.

Vivienne gasped, the air rushing into her starved lungs with a desperate, ragged wheeze.

“Hah… hah…”

She took one deep breath. Two…

SLAM.

He drove back in.

“Too much air,” Alex scolded, burying himself to the hilt again, cutting off her supply instantly. “You don’t need to breathe. You need to swallow.”

He began to fuck her throat in earnest now.

Brutal. Unrelenting.

He pulled out just enough to let her gasp a fraction of a breath, then slammed back in to steal it away. It was a cycle of suffocation and fullness. He was controlling her very life force.

And God help her… the helplessness made her wetness drip onto the floor.

SMACK.

A sharp, stinging pain radiated across her right buttock.

Vivienne jumped, her teeth grazing Alex’s shaft, earning her a warning tug on her hair.

She tried to turn, but she was pinned.

It was Helena.

Her cousin had slid off the table. She was standing behind Vivienne, bracing herself on the table edge, her legs wobbly but her expression viciously delighted.

“Naughty assistant,” Helena slurred, raising her hand and bringing it down again.

SMACK.

“Trying to talk back to him? After he was kind enough to let you have a turn?”

Helena giggled, the sound vibrating through the tense room. She leaned down, her face appearing next to Vivienne’s, close enough that their cheeks almost touched.

“You’re greedy, Helena,” she whispered into Vivienne’s ear, using the fake name to twist the knife. “You always want what I have.”

Helena didn’t stop there.

Emboldened by seeing her boss reduced to a throat-sleeve, Helena reached out. Her hand, sticky with her own fluids, cupped Alex’s heavy balls, weighing them as they slapped against Vivienne’s chin.

“Mmmm,” Helena hummed, looking at the scrotum swinging against her cousin’s face.

“Let me help.”

Vivienne whimpered around the shaft.

The humiliation was total. She was on her knees, gagging on a cock, while her subordinate spanked her ass and fondled the balls that were slapping her face.

Helena leaned in. While Vivienne worked the shaft, struggling to take the length, Helena extended her tongue.

She licked the heavy, wrinkled skin of his scrotum.

Vivienne felt the vibration of Helena’s tongue against her chin. She smelled her cousin’s perfume mixed with the musk of Alex’s groin.

They were a tangle of limbs and mouths, two Vanderbilt women on their knees for the same man… one claiming the shaft, one claiming the balls.

“That’s it,” Alex groaned, his hips snapping harder, fueled by the double assault. “Look at you two. Sharing. Like good little whores.”

​He looked down. He saw Vivienne taking him to the hilt. He saw Helena licking his sack. The sight of the two Vanderbilt women on their knees pushed him over the edge.

​”I’m close,” he warned, his voice rough.

“Open your eyes. Both of you.”

​He grabbed Vivienne’s hair and pulled out.

​Pop.

​Vivienne gasped, air rushing into her lungs, but she didn’t look away. She looked up, mouth open, tongue out, waiting.

​Alex didn’t wait. He stroked himself once, twice, and then released.

​SPLAT.

​A thick, hot rope of white fluid hit Vivienne right across the face, sealing her eyes shut.

​”Ah!” Helena squealed as the next spurt hit her chest, splashing across her breasts.

​Alex groaned, his hips bucking as he painted them both. He covered Vivienne’s lips, her chin, her nose. He covered Helena’s tits and her collarbone. He marked them like canvases.

​”Look at this mess,” Alex panted, looking at the white splatter covering the CEO and her cousin. “Clean it up.”

​He didn’t need to ask twice.

​Vivienne wiped a finger across her cheek, gathering a glob of his seed, and sucked it into her mouth with a loud, desperate pop.

She wanted him to see she loved it.

​Helena was just as eager. She scooped the fluid off her own breast, licking her fingers clean.

​”Mmm… mine,” Helena teased, looking at Vivienne.

​Vivienne glared at her. She reached out, swiping a drop that had fallen on Alex’s thigh, and licked it up like a starving animal. They were competing. Two powerful women, reducing themselves to kittens licking up a spilled bowl of milk.

​Vivienne swallowed the last drop, her face sticky, her heart pounding. She looked up at Alex with wide, hopeful eyes.

​She had taken it all. She had swallowed his truth, his cock, and his seed. Surely, she had earned it now.

The silence stretched for a beat. Alex just watched her, his expression unreadable.

Vivienne didn’t wait for a command. She was done waiting.

She stood up, her legs shaky but her determination turning into a fever. She needed him inside her. She needed to feel that thick, punishing weight filling her emptiness.

Slowly, deliberately, she reached for the waistband of her skirt.

Zip.

The sound was loud in the quiet room. She let the expensive fabric pool at her ankles, stepping out of it in her high heels. Next came the torn blouse, shrugged off her shoulders and discarded like a rag. Finally, she unclasped her bra, letting the black lace fall to the floor to join the pile of ruined clothes.

She stood before him completely naked. Her body was a masterpiece of pale curves, flushed skin, and sticky white evidence of her submission on her face.

She didn’t cover herself. She didn’t shy away. She turned around, placed her hands flat on the cool mahogany table… the same table she had watched Helena on… and bent over.

She arched her back deep, sticking her ass out, displaying herself to him with a lewd, desperate eagerness. She looked back over her shoulder, her eyes burning with lust.

“Fuck me now, Alex,” she demanded, her voice trembling not with fear, but with need. “I’m ready. Use me.”

She spread her legs wider, inviting him, offering him the perfect view of her glistening, needy entrance.

But she wasn’t the only one.

Helena, already naked and flushed from her previous orgasm, wasn’t about to be outdone by her. Seeing Vivienne claim the table, seeing her beg for her man, flipped a switch in Helena’s brain.

“No…” Helena purred, stepping forward.

She didn’t back down. She moved right next to Vivienne, mirroring her pose. She leaned over the table, pressing her chest to the wood, and arched her back until her ass was popped up right beside Vivienne’s.

It was a buffet of flesh. Two beautiful, desperate women, side-by-side, asses in the air, waiting for the same cock.

Helena looked back at Alex, licking her lips, her eyes heavy and glazed.

“I need it again, Mr. Hale,” Helena whimpered, reaching back to spread her own cheeks, showing him exactly how wet and open she still was. “Don’t waste it on her. I’m empty… fill me up again.”

Vivienne glared at her cousin, then looked back at Alex, her gaze pleading, her pose straining to be the most inviting.

“Alex, please,” Vivienne begged, shaking her ass slightly to catch his eye. “Right here. Hard.”

They were both ready. Both waiting. Both begging.

Alex stood there, looking at the two Vanderbilt women presented like a feast before him. One was the ’Boss’. One was the ’Assistant’. And he held all the power to decide who ate and who starved.