(Sexual content Ahead)
The sun hadn't yet risen, but the house was already drowning in silence.
Selene stood in the middle of the hallway, barefoot, her long nightgown clinging to her legs. Her chest still rose and fell with the rhythm of fear — her mind sharp, but her body no longer hers.
She could feel it.
Auren hadn't given her a new command yet, but her muscles — her nerves — waited for one. Like a puppet waiting for its master's next movement.
And then he appeared, walking from the shadows of his room.
No words at first. Just his eyes.
Cold. Quiet. Calculating.
She lowered her gaze, instinctively, hating herself for doing it.
> When did he become this?
When did I start fearing my own stepson...?
Auren stopped in front of her, his voice soft.
"Raise your head, Selene."
Her chin lifted instantly.
Her body didn't wait for permission from her mind.
He leaned slightly forward, his tone laced with quiet mockery.
"You remember what I said. I won't destroy your mind. That would be mercy."
Selene swallowed, her lips trembling. "Yes… I remember."
"Good."
He walked past her slowly, entering the kitchen, speaking as he moved.
"Make tea. Pour only for me."
She followed.
Her steps were slow, uncertain. But her hands? Precise. Controlled.
She brewed the tea, hands trembling, not from heat — but because every small action reminded her: she wasn't in control anymore. Not really.
Auren sat at the table and watched her.
"I wonder," he said after a moment, "if you realize what it means to live like this."
He reached out, ran his finger slowly along the rim of the cup.
"You'll wake up every morning in this house. Serve me your body and give me morning sex my cock always waiting for you in the morning ,amd You'll cook, clean, smile... and every time you move, you'll ask yourself — is this my will? Or his?"
Selene placed the cup in front of him. Her fingers lingered too long, unintentionally.
He noticed.
Auren raised his eyes, something cruel behind them.
"You're already becoming addicted, aren't you?"
Selene's face flushed. "What—what do you mean?"
"You want to hate me," he said, sipping the tea slowly, "but deep down... part of you likes being controlled. It's easy. You don't have to think anymore. No guilt. No choices."
She tried to step back — and couldn't.
Her feet locked to the floor.
"I didn't tell you to move."
Her breath caught.
Then, slowly, painfully, he said, "Kneel."
Her knees hit the cold tile. Her mind screamed, but her body obeyed.
"I'm going to make sure," he continued, "that every time you breathe, you wonder if it's allowed. Every smile you fake when neighbors visit, every dish you wash... will be a quiet performance for me."
He stood, walking to her, standing just over her, his shadow falling across her face.
"You'll serve your body to me not because you want to — but because your body no longer understands freedom."
He lowered his voice, almost whispering.
"I could strip you now. Bend your body into shapes that make you feel things you'd lie about later. But not today."
Selene looked up, tears quietly forming in her eyes.
"Why... why are you doing this to me...?"
"Because you did worse. And now, you'll live knowing your body is mine — but your mind? Still trapped in the prison of guilt."
He turned away.
"Get up. Clean the floor."
"I am going to my room to sleep. Tomorrow morning, I want you to be in my room to serve me Your pussy."
Then he left.
She rose, wiping her tears, knowing that no matter how well she cleaned it... she would never feel clean again.
Next Morning ---
Morning light crept faintly through Auren's heavy drapes, casting jagged shadows over silk sheets tangled around his naked body.
He woke hard, cock throbbing with a fierce, burning need. A low growl rumbled as he grabbed the brass bell, ringing it sharply.
"Selene," he barked, voice like gravel, "get your ass in here. I want your mouth on my dick. Now."
Selene froze outside the door, stomach twisting with dread. Her body moved, pulled by an unseen force, tethered to Auren's will.
She stepped inside, pulse hammering, every fiber aware of the degradation awaiting her. She saw it all, but couldn't stop.
Auren's cold, predatory eyes raked her thin maid's dress, hugging her curves. "Strip," he ordered, voice thick with dark hunger.
"I want you fucking naked, every inch." Her hands shook, obeying mechanically, untying the dress with precision.
The fabric fell, pooling at her feet. Her big, heavy boobs swayed, nipples hardening in the cool air.
Her pussy, bare and vulnerable, glistened under his gaze. Naked, defenseless, her body betrayed the guilt screaming inside.
Shame burned like acid-she was doing this, but not by choice. Her flesh was his to command.
"Get over here," Auren snapped. His cock jutted up, pre-cum beading, glistening like a taunt. "Suck it, Selene. Deep."
"Don't fucking tease me." Selene's breath hitched, eyes widening at his massive dick, doubt churning her gut.
She'd never done this, never imagined it. His icy stare crushed hesitation, her body kneeling, driven by his control.
Guilt clawed her mind-she wanted to know if it would fit, even as her soul screamed she was better.
Trembling fingers grasped his pulsing cock, guiding the slick tip to her lips. Her big boobs brushed his thighs.
Heart pounding, she took a ragged breath, parted her lips, and took him in, mouth stretching around the swollen head.
"Fuck," Auren hissed, pleasure ripping through him. Her wet, tight mouth was paradise he hadn't known he needed.
He'd have fucked her mouth sooner if he'd known. Selene caught his grunt, a crack in his cold facade.
She flicked her eyes up, hoping for humanity. His stone face gave nothing. Rejection stung, but her body didn't care.
Her tongue slid along his shaft, driven by his will.
It was a dark bargain, even as her pussy clenched with unwanted heat, betraying her further.
His cock's musky scent flooded her senses. Her head bobbed, struggling to take him deeper, inexperience making her clumsy.
Her mouth gagged, barely handling half his length. The tip rammed her throat, tears spilling, chest heaving.
Auren's hand clamped her hair, forcing her down, his control absolute. "Gah!" Selene choked, wrenching back, gasping.