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

​”Wait.”

​The word was a broken sob. She didn’t just speak it; she threw it at his back like a lifeline. “I… I can do it. Whatever they did… I can do it better.”

​Alex stopped. He didn’t turn around immediately, letting the silence grate against her raw nerves. Then, with agonizing slowness, he faced her. That predatory, mocking smile was back.

​”You think so?” he hummed, a low, lethal vibration.

​Jennifer didn’t wait for a second dismissal.

She moved. Her bare feet felt heavy, her legs like lead, but she crossed the distance and sank. Her knees hit the cold marble with a sharp, echoing thud.

​”Please, Sir… give me a chance,” she pleaded. The words felt like ash in her mouth, but she forced them out, begging exactly the way he wanted.

​Alex looked down at her, his gaze heavy and clinical. He didn’t reach for her with his hands. Instead, he shifted his weight and raised one leg, pressing his foot firmly between her thighs.

​”Ah…!” Jennifer’s back arched, a jagged moan escaping her as his toes made blunt, intrusive contact with her slick, over-sensitive folds.

He pressed slightly, his foot rubbing against her with casual cruelty, feeling how wet she was, how desperately her body had been begging for this.

“Look at you,” Alex murmured, his voice thick with dark amusement. “So wet. So pathetic.”

Jennifer’s face burned, but she couldn’t deny it. Couldn’t hide the evidence coating his foot.

He increased the pressure slightly, watching her react.

“But I suppose I can give you a chance,” he continued, his tone conversational. “Since your mother is passed out upstairs and needs time to recover.”

​Jennifer’s eyes brightened with a flash of desperate, toxic hope. She looked up at him expectantly, her chest heaving.

“But here is the deal, little girl,” Alex said, his voice dropping to a jagged, predatory rasp. “If you want me to fuck you the same way I did your mother… you have to show me you deserve it.”

​He reached down, catching her wrist and forcing her hand onto him.

Jennifer flinched as her palm met the thick, pulsating heat of his cock. A violent current surged through her body at the contact… it felt electric, the skin smooth and stretched tight over a core of vibrating steel.

“Feel it?” he asked, his voice a low, mischievous murmur as he watched her reaction.

​He leaned over her, his shadow swallowing her whole.

​”Now… take it. All of it. I want to feel the back of your throat. No gagging, no whining, and no stopping. And If you can make me cum in your mouth… I’ll leave your mother and listen to whatever you have to say.”

Jennifer’s heart hammered against her ribs, the offer ringing in her ears like a siren song.

To have him leave her mother alone, to finally have his ear, to be the one in control… it was everything she had climbed down those stairs for.

​But then her gaze drifted down, her eyes gluing to the impossible monster pulsing in her hand.

​Fear gripped her, cold and paralyzing. It was too big, too thick, a terrifying piece of anatomy that looked like it would tear her apart rather than fit inside her. Her throat constricted just looking at it, and for a second, the urge to scramble away and hide in her room nearly won.

​Then she remembered the sound of her mother’s whimpers. She remembered the “Puppet” comment.

​The fear didn’t leave, but her resolve hardened around it like ice.

’If those old bitches could survive him, I can conquer him. This was her only chance to bridge the gap between being a “wrapped gift” and being a partner.’

​She looked up at him, her eyes burning with a sudden, desperate fire. She wouldn’t just take it; she would own it.

​”I’ll do it,” she whispered, her fingers tightening around the heavy heat of him.

Without delaying another second, she leaned forward and pressed a lingering, reverent kiss to the weeping tip.

She leaned in, her blonde hair falling over her shoulders like a curtain as she focused on the weeping tip. She started with a slow, reverent kiss, her tongue darting out to taste him, trying to show off the grace she thought he wanted.

She used her hands with a frantic, clumsy rhythm, trying to mimic the techniques she’d seen through the glass.

​She looked up at him, her face flushed and her eyes gleaming with a manic need for approval. She saw only the cold, dark void of his mask and the mocking curve of his lips.

​’Watch me,’ she thought. ’Watch me replace them.’

​She opened her mouth, the heat radiating from him making her dizzy, and surged forward.

​The reality hit her like a physical wall.

She didn’t even get half of him in before her world turned into a claustrophobic tunnel of pressure. The thickness was overwhelming, stretching her jaw to the breaking point. The moment the head of him brushed the sensitive curve of her throat, her body rebelled.

“Ghhk—”

​Jennifer pulled back sharply, coughing and gasping, tears springing to her eyes.

’No. No, I can do this.’

’I have to… ’

“Easy,” Alex said, his voice almost amused. “Take it slow.”

Jennifer wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, breathing hard.

Slow. Right. Slow.

She steadied herself and tried again. This time she went more carefully, relaxing her jaw as much as possible, trying to remember to breathe through her nose.

She managed to take him deeper… three inches, maybe four… before the urge to gag returned.

But she fought it down, holding herself there, feeling him fill her mouth completely.

’More. I need to take more.’

Jennifer pushed forward, forcing herself past her limit. Her throat protested immediately. Her eyes watered.

Every instinct screamed at her to pull back.

But she held on, desperate to prove she could do this.

That she was better than them.

That she deserved…

“Ghhkk… hck…”

The gag came violently, her body rejecting the intrusion, and Jennifer jerked backward again, coughing and gasping.

Saliva dripped from her chin. Tears streaked down her face.

And she’d barely managed half of him.

No. This can’t be happening.

She looked up at Alex, desperation clear in her watering eyes.

He looked down at her with that same infuriating calm, that same mocking amusement.

“Having trouble?” he asked lightly.