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

Natalia clung possessively to Alex’s side, her naked body pressed tightly against him. Her hand was still wrapped around his thick, glistening cock, stroking it slowly as she looked up at him with adoring, half-lidded eyes.

”This cock... it only belongs to me now, doesn’t it?”” she asked, her voice soft but laced with arrogant expectation.

Alex looked down at her with a calm, amused smile. He let the silence stretch for a moment, clearly enjoying her needy expression.

”Look at you,” he said, his tone dripping with mocking amusement. ”The mighty Natalia Steele, on her knees just minutes ago, begging for my cum down your throat... and now you’re already trying to claim ownership?”

Natalia’s eyes flickered with a flash of disappointment and mild offense. Her stroking hand paused for a second, but she didn’t pull away.

Alex raised his hand and gently patted her head, stroking her messy hair like one would a well-behaved pet.

”But if you continue to behave like a good girl...” he murmured, his fingers threading possessively through her hair, ”then yes. I’ll fulfill all your desires. As much as you can take.”

Natalia’s glowing red eyes sparkled with satisfaction at his words. She leaned into his touch, almost purring.

Alex gave her one last pat before pulling away slightly.

”It’s really late,” he said calmly, glancing toward the door. ”We should wrap everything up. Mr. Brennan can come any minute now.”

Natalia nodded obediently, though her glowing red eyes still burned with reluctance and hunger.

Alex began dressing without hurry. He picked up his pants and shirt from the floor and pulled them on with casual confidence. Both women watched him in silence.

Ayla stood near the door, her face still flushed, unable to stop herself from stealing glances at his body as he covered it. A strange pang of disappointment flashed across her expression as his muscular chest and heavy cock disappeared beneath his clothes.

Natalia, still completely naked and marked with the evidence of their intense encounter, watched with open reluctance. Her glowing eyes followed every movement, as if committing the sight of him to memory, already missing the view.

Once fully dressed, Alex adjusted his collar and gave the room one final, satisfied look. He turned toward the door, pausing briefly beside Natalia.

He leaned down and whispered something low in her ear. Natalia’s lips curved into a small, satisfied smile as she nodded.

Without another word, he walked toward the door. Ayla quickly stepped aside to let him pass.

Alex gave her a small nod before leaving the office, closing the door behind him with a soft click.

The room fell silent.

Natalia stood still at her spot, completely naked, staring at the closed door where Alex had just disappeared. Her body was still flushed, marked with red handprints on her ass and thighs, and streaks of his cum drying on her chin and breasts.

She remained motionless for a long moment, replaying everything that had happened in the last hour.

A proud, ancient-blooded succubus like her... reduced to begging. She had knelt for a boy the same age as her son. She had screamed his name, squirted like a whore, and even promised to let him fuck her in front of Marcus.

The humiliation should have enraged her.

Instead, a dark thrill ran through her veins.

’Are special men really that powerful?’ she wondered.

But she quickly shook the thought away. No. It couldn’t end like this. She was Natalia Steele. She was meant to dominate, not submit.

A cold, ambitious light returned to her glowing red eyes.

She could feel it — the potent essence he had pumped into her was already working. Her aura had thickened. Her bloodline was restless, hungry for more. If she could taste him again... if she could drain him properly next time... she was certain she could break through to the next realm. Her skills would evolve. Her power would skyrocket.

A dangerous, possessive smile slowly formed on her lips.

’I’ll make you my slave,’ she promised herself silently. ’I’ll take everything from you... body, soul, and that delicious cum. You’ll belong to me forever.’

Only then did she turn her gaze toward Ayla.

The younger woman was still standing there in shock, staring at her with wide, strange eyes — a chaotic mix of admiration, envy, arousal, and disbelief.

Natalia could easily read every filthy thought running through Ayla’s mind. But she didn’t care.

Completely naked, her body still marked with the evidence of her intense encounter, Natalia walked back to the large chair behind the desk with graceful, confident steps.

She sat down like a queen reclaiming her throne... legs crossed elegantly, back straight, exuding absolute authority despite her disheveled and cum-stained state.

She leaned back comfortably and looked at Ayla with calm, imperious authority, her glowing red eyes sharp once more.

”Come here,” she ordered, her voice low but carrying absolute command.

Ayla hesitated for only a second before obeying. She walked forward on shaky legs and stopped in front of the desk.

”On your knees,” Natalia said coldly.

Without a word, Ayla dropped to her knees in front of her.

Natalia reached forward, grabbed a fistful of Ayla’s hair, and yanked her head back firmly, forcing her to look up. Her glowing red eyes bored into the younger woman’s face.

”What are you?” she asked, voice dripping with dominance.

Ayla’s lips trembled for only a moment before the words spilled out naturally, as if they had been waiting inside her all along.

”I’m yours, Ma’am...” she whispered, voice shaky but sincere. ”I’m your slave...”

A small, satisfied smile curved Natalia’s lips. She loosened her grip slightly and began to pat Ayla’s head gently, like one would a loyal pet.

”Good. Very good,” she purred.

She tilted her head, studying Ayla’s flushed face with amusement.

”What do you want?”

Ayla’s eyes flicked down involuntarily — tracing Natalia’s naked body, her heavy breasts, her marked thighs, and the glistening mess between her legs. She opened her mouth, but no words came out. She couldn’t bring herself to say it.

Natalia smiled knowingly, a triumphant glint in her glowing eyes.

She knew exactly what Ayla wanted. Who could stay sane after witnessing what had just happened in this office? Even she, a succubus, had been thoroughly conquered by that boy.

”Whatever you desire is far out of your reach,” Natalia said arrogantly, reclaiming her pride with every word. ”But I can give you a reward... something you deserve for waiting so obediently outside.”

She slowly uncrossed her long legs and spread them wide apart, giving Ayla a clear, obscene, and unfiltered view of her freshly fucked pussy.

It was swollen and flushed a deep, glistening pink. The outer lips were puffy and slightly reddened from the brutal pounding, still twitching faintly. A thick, creamy trail of her own juices slowly leaked from her stretched entrance, dripping lazily down toward the desk.

Ayla’s breath hitched sharply.

Her eyes widened in pure disbelief as she stared, completely transfixed. This was the pussy of the woman she had idolized for years — the elegant, powerful, untouchable Natalia Steele — now looking thoroughly used, swollen, and dripping.

’So... this is how a pussy looks after being properly fucked...’ Ayla thought, her mind reeling.

She had never imagined seeing her ideal like this... so raw, so exposed, so beautifully ruined and glistening with arousal.

The sight was obscene.

Humiliating.

And unbearably arousing.

Natalia leaned back in the chair with regal satisfaction, her glowing red eyes fixed on Ayla’s face.

She drank in the younger woman’s wide-eyed, hungry gawking expression... the mix of shock, envy, and barely concealed lust... and it sent a thrill of reclaimed power through her.

A slow, arrogant smile curved her lips.

She gracefully lifted one long, smooth leg and pressed her foot against Ayla’s face, slowly sliding it across her cheek, lips, and nose, letting her feel the warmth of her skin and the faint stickiness of dried fluids.

Ayla’s breath hitched. Her eyes traced the elegant, toned beauty of Natalia’s leg... smooth calf, shapely thigh, still flushed from the intense fucking. Then her gaze dropped lower.

Thick, pearly trails of cum were slowly dripping down the inside of Natalia’s thigh, running lazily toward the underside of her leg.

Seeing where Ayla’s eyes had locked, Natalia’s smile deepened. She pressed her foot a little firmer against Ayla’s mouth.

”Go on,” she commanded softly, voice dripping with authority. ”Lick it clean. Every last drop.”

Ayla hesitated for only a fraction of a second.

Then, with a shaky, needy breath, she leaned forward and began devouring it.

Her tongue slid out, tracing the warm, sticky trail along Natalia’s inner thigh. The taste was strong... thick, salty-sweet, and unmistakably feminine. It carried the distinct flavor of Natalia’s own arousal, rich and intoxicating.

Ayla’s eyes fluttered as she licked eagerly, cleaning every streak from Natalia’s smooth skin. She followed the dripping lines downward, licking the underside of her thigh and calf with hungry, obedient strokes, making sure not a single drop was wasted.

Natalia watched with dark, satisfied pleasure, her fingers gently threading through Ayla’s hair as the younger woman worshipped her leg.

In her mind, she replaced Ayla with Alex...picturing the same young man who had just ruined her on his knees instead, licking her clean like a devoted, obedient pet.

His tongue tracing every inch of her thighs, cleaning her swollen pussy, swallowing every drop she gave him without hesitation.

A soft, arrogant smile curved her lips.

”So good...” she murmured, voice low and indulgent. ”That’s how it should be.”