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

“Let’s not be greedy, darling,” Helena said, her voice smooth and calculated. “Why don’t we show Master what each of us can offer… and let him decide who deserves his attention?”

She turned toward Alex, her body angling to display herself perfectly in the dim light.

Her expression shifted… seeking, hopeful, like a student waiting for the teacher’s approval.

“What do you say, Master?”

The question hung in the air, delicate and deliberate.

Alex had been watching the entire confrontation with dark amusement, his cock still rigid despite having just destroyed Jennifer moments before.

He reached out suddenly, his hand gripping Helena’s waist and pulling her close.

Before she could react, his mouth crashed against hers.

The kiss was possessive, commanding, claiming her in front of the other two women.

Helena melted into it immediately, her hands coming up to grip his shoulders, a soft moan escaping her throat.

When he pulled back, she was breathless, her eyes glazed.

Alex’s hand moved to the top of her head, patting her almost affectionately.

“You’re very good,” he said simply.

The praise hit Helena like a drug. Her entire body seemed to light up from within, a satisfied smile spreading across her face as she leaned into his touch.

Then Alex’s gaze shifted.

His hand left Helena’s head as he turned to face the other two women.

Vivienne stood frozen near the table, her hands still gripping the edge, her face a mask of barely controlled rage.

Jennifer remained bent over the polished surface, her legs still trembling, her breath still uneven from the orgasm that had just torn through her.

Both watching. Waiting.

Both desperate for the same attention Helena had just received.

Alex’s smile widened.

He moved to sit on the edge of the dining table, positioning himself comfortably as if settling into a throne.

His legs spread slightly, his posture relaxed, completely at ease despite three naked women staring at him with desperate hunger.

“Now then,” he said, his voice carrying easily through the silent room. “Let’s see what you each have to offer.”

Helena moved immediately.

She climbed onto the table behind him with feline grace, her movements smooth and deliberate. Her legs folded beneath her as she positioned herself perfectly at his back.

Alex turned his head slightly, catching her chin with his fingers.

“What?” he asked, his tone amused. “You don’t have anything to offer me?”

Helena’s smile was slow and mischievous.

“I’d rather enjoy the show,” she purred.

She settled in behind him, pressing her body flush against his back. Her large breasts flattened against his skin, soft and warm, her nipples hard points of contact.

Her arms came around loosely, not restricting him, just… present.

Then she began to move.

Slowly.

Sensually.

Rolling her chest against him in a gentle, rhythmic massage that made her breasts slide up and down his spine.

Her breath was warm against his shoulder, her lips occasionally brushing his skin.

“Feeling good, Master?” she whispered.

Alex just smiled, his gaze shifting back to the mother-daughter duo standing frozen before him.

Vivienne’s jaw was clenched so tight it looked painful, her eyes locked on Helena’s casual intimacy with pure hatred.

Jennifer stared at the display with something between jealousy and fascination.

“Well?” Alex said, his voice carrying a challenge. “I’m waiting.”

Jennifer and Vivienne locked eyes.

Competitive fire blazed between them… raw, vicious, neither willing to yield. But before Vivienne could move, before she could even open her mouth…

Jennifer dropped.

Her knees hit the floor, and she began crawling toward Alex without hesitation.

No pride left.

No dignity.

Just desperate, single-minded need.

Vivienne’s eyes widened, shock and fury warring across her face as she realized exactly how fast her daughter had moved to usurp her position at his feet.

Jennifer reached Alex and looked up at him from between his spread legs, her eyes burning with hunger.

“Sir,” she breathed, her voice rough from screaming. “You can have me however you want. Use me. Break me. I’m yours.”

The words were shameless, offered without hesitation.

Vivienne’s jaw clenched.

’I won’t be outdone by my own daughter.’

She sank to her knees, the movement sharp and angry, and crawled forward with barely controlled fury.

She positioned herself beside Jennifer, both of them kneeling between his legs, looking up at the masked face.

“I have decades of experience that a brat can’t match,” Vivienne said, her voice edged with desperation. “I know how to anticipate. I know how to serve properly.”

Jennifer’s eyes flashed.

Her hand shot out, landing on Alex’s thigh possessively.

“Experience is just another word for being used up, Mother,” she countered, her voice low and venomous.

Alex looked down at them, his eyes gleaming behind the mask. He reached out, his left hand tangling in Vivienne’s disheveled hair, his right hand catching Jennifer’s chin, forcing them both to look up at him… and at Helena, who watched from above his shoulder with a small, cruel smile of triumph.

“A mother and a daughter,” Alex hummed, the sound a dark vibration. “Competing for the same scrap of attention. It’s poetic, isn’t it, Helena?”

“It’s pathetic, Master,” Helena purred, leaning down to nip at the shell of his ear. “And highly entertaining.”

Alex’s smile faded slightly.

“But not appealing enough,” he said, his tone flat.

The words landed like ice water.

Both their faces fell, disappointment and panic flashing across their features.

Helena leaned forward over Alex’s shoulder, her eyes blazing with contempt as she glared down at the kneeling pair.

“You both heard him,” Helena spat, her voice sharp with contempt. “Pathetic! Is this really the best the great Vanderbilt women can offer?”

Her voice dripped with scorn.

“Do BETTER.”

The command hung in the air.

Vivienne’s eyes widened, then narrowed with sudden determination.

She pushed herself to her feet, her legs unsteady but holding.

Without a word, she reached out and took Alex’s hand.

Her fingers wrapped around his, and she brought it to her body with deliberate slowness.

She placed his palm against the curve of her ass.

Looked directly into his eyes.

“Don’t you want to take my ass, Sir?” she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her legs. “You mentioned it earlier. I’m ready now.”

Jennifer’s world tilted. Shock flooded through her, followed immediately by fear.

But beneath the fear, something else stirred.

That same competitive fire that had brought her to her knees.

That same refusal to be beaten.

’No.’

’I won’t let her win.’

Jennifer stood, her legs shaking so badly she nearly fell.

She braced herself, forcing her spine straight, and looked at Alex.

“I…” Her voice cracked. She swallowed hard. “I can do it too.”

The words came out quieter than she intended.

She raised her voice.

“You can have mine too, Sir. My… my ass.”

Her face burned with humiliation and fear, but she didn’t back down.

“Anything you want.”