The Dominant Stepdaughter - Part 10 (FM/F)

 [Continued from Part 9]

“Well, well,” she mused aloud, her tone thoughtful but still laced with that cruel edge. “Looks like all this has gotten you a little worked up too, Jake.”

Jake’s grin widened, his hand moving subtly over the front of his jeans. “I can’t help it,” he admitted with a chuckle. “Watching you put her in her place? It’s… well, you know.”

Stephanie then leaned forward slightly, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper as she spoke to Jake, her eyes never leaving the bulge in his jeans. “I wonder,” she began, her lips curling into a mischievous smile, “since she’s already here… maybe she should be the one to take care of your little… problem there…”

Chapter 11: Pleasing Jake

Rebecca’s stomach twisted, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she realized what was being suggested. Her mind raced, but there was no way out—no way to escape the humiliation that Stephanie had planned for her.

Jake raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued by the suggestion. His gaze flicked down to Rebecca, a slow, amused smile spreading across his face as he considered it. “You think so?” he asked, his tone playful but filled with both anticipation and indifference. “She’s pretty old,” he said, his tone dripping with casual disdain, “but maybe she knows a few tricks that might be worth something,”

Rebecca felt her cheeks burn as his words sank in. Old? She knew she wasn’t a girl anymore, but to hear him say it so plainly, so dismissively, stung in a way that left her feeling both mortified and strangely aroused. She had half a mind to snap back at him, but before she could gather herself, Stephanie chimed in with a playful, teasing grin.

“Oh, come on, Rebecca,” Stephanie taunted, leaning back with a mischievous glint in her eyes. “You must have some tricks up your sleeve. I bet you’ve used a few on Daddy before, haven’t you?” She leaned closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Why don’t you show Jake some of those?”

Rebecca’s heart raced, the heat spreading from her cheeks down her neck. She felt utterly trapped, cornered by her stepdaughter’s suggestion, the implication hanging in the air, both scandalous and humiliating. She opened her mouth to respond but found herself at a loss for words. How could she even begin to answer that? She felt her skin prickle with shame as both pairs of eyes stayed fixed on her, waiting, watching, anticipating her response.

She couldn’t speak; the words were lodged in her throat, blocked by the heavy weight of her own embarrassment. The silence stretched on, and with each passing second, her shame deepened, mingling with the strange, intoxicating pull of their scrutiny.

Rebecca couldn’t believe what she was hearing—couldn’t fathom that Stephanie would take this so much further. The humiliation of the spanking had already broken her, left her vulnerable and exposed, but this… this was something entirely different. She was suggesting… some sort of sexual favor. The very thought sent a wave of embarrassment crashing over her. She was supposed to be the mature, responsible one—the stepmother, for heaven’s sake. Yet, here she was, considering what it might mean to obey this demand, to degrade herself for someone half her age, whose interest seemed less like admiration and more like a detached expectation.

Her face flushed, but despite the shame gnawing at her, she felt a thrill that she couldn’t deny. The idea of letting go and surrendering to Jake had a pull she hadn’t anticipated. The thought of kneeling before him, of offering her mouth to satisfy his every whim, made her pulse quicken. She didn’t even like oral… but…

Why did this humiliation spark something so dark and thrilling within her? She felt a sick, insistent urge to show him just how far she could fall, how deeply she could abase herself. The humiliation of it all only seemed to make her want it more. She ached to be stripped of her dignity, to be nothing more than a plaything for this young man who cared so little for her, who would only take what he wanted with indifference.

Stephanie pushed Rebecca off her lap and made her kneel at her feet. She glanced down at Rebecca, her smirk widening as she gently lifted the older woman’s face with a finger under her chin. Rebecca’s tear-filled eyes met hers, wide and filled with fear.

“What do you think, Rebecca?” Stephanie asked softly, her tone almost sweet but with a wicked edge. “Are you ready to be a good girl and make it up to Jake?”

Rebecca’s lips trembled, her entire body shaking as the weight of the situation bore down on her. She didn’t want to do it—didn’t want to face another layer of this humiliation—but also she did… plus she knew, deep down, that resistance was futile. Stephanie had already taken everything from her. There was no use in fighting. And she wasn’t even sure if she wanted to fight.

For the truth that not even Rebecca fully understood was that she couldn’t bring herself to act unless the decision was out of her hands. Only by being “forced” could she reconcile her conflicting emotions, allowing herself to sink deeper into this dark desire while still holding on to the illusion of reluctance. It was only under the weight of her stepdaughter’s demands, under the press of her unyielding control, that she could give in, letting herself be carried away by the tide of her own hidden cravings.

She swallowed hard, her voice barely a whisper as she spoke, broken and defeated. “I… I don’t… please…”

Stephanie’s grip tightened slightly, her smirk unwavering as she leaned closer. “This isn’t about what you want, remember?” she whispered, her voice sharp and commanding. “Now, be a good girl… and take care of it.”

“N-no… Stephanie, please, I can’t… I won’t,” Rebecca stammered, her voice trembling with fear and desperation, but in her perverted truth, begging for it.

Stephanie’s eyes narrowed, her smirk fading into a look of cool displeasure. “Oh? So you’re going to disobey me again? After everything I’ve already done to try and teach you how to behave?”

“Please, Stephanie… don’t make me… I can’t.”

For a long moment, the room was silent, the tension thick between them. Stephanie’s eyes remained locked on Rebecca’s, cold and calculating, before her lips curled into a cruel smile. “If you don’t do as I say, then I suppose I’ll have no choice but to give you more obedience training,” she said softly, her voice dripping with menace. “And we both know how that went last time, don’t we?”

Rebecca’s entire body went rigid at the threat, her mind flashing back to the agonizing pain of Stephanie’s earlier “training”—the way she had been pulled up and down by her nipples, forced to submit, humiliated beyond anything she had ever experienced. The thought of enduring that again, or worse, and in front of Jake, was more than she could bear.

“I’ll take you up to your tip-toes again, right here,” Stephanie continued, her voice a low whisper now, meant only for Rebecca’s ears. “And I’ll make sure you remember exactly who’s in charge. Do you want that, Rebecca? Because it seems like you haven’t learned your lesson yet.”

Tears spilled down Rebecca’s cheeks as the weight of her situation settled over her. She was trapped, powerless, and utterly at Stephanie’s mercy. Her body trembled with fear and humiliation, and the threat of further punishment loomed over her like a dark cloud. She knew that if she resisted, Stephanie would follow through on her threat without hesitation.

Her voice barely above a whisper, Rebecca finally spoke, her words choked with tears. “Please… don’t…”

Stephanie raised an eyebrow, her smirk returning as she stepped back, satisfied with Rebecca’s submission. “Then do as I say, and we won’t have a problem. Now… be a good girl and show Jake how obedient you can be.”

Rebecca’s heart pounded in her chest, her stomach twisting painfully as she looked between Stephanie and Jake, and the prominent bulge in Jake’s trousers. Every fiber of her being screamed against what she was being asked to do, but the fear of Stephanie’s punishment was too great, too overwhelming. With tears streaming down her face, she hesitated for a moment longer. She needed… more.

Stephanie’s eyes remained fixed on Rebecca, her expression hardening as the hesitation stretched on. The smirk on her lips faded into something colder, more determined. With deliberate steps, she moved across the room to the small desk in the corner, pulling open a drawer without a word. The sound of wood scraping against wood filled the silence as she reached inside, her fingers brushing over the contents until they settled on two large metal binder clips.

Rebecca’s eyes widened as she watched Stephanie return, the growing panic in her face unmistakable. Her breaths quickened, the tremble in her body intensifying as Stephanie approached, binder clips held loosely in her hand.

Without a word, Stephanie stepped in front of Rebecca. Her movements were calm, precise as she clipped the first one to one of Rebecca’s tender nipples.

Rebecca gasped, her body jolting with the sudden, sharp pain. Tears welled in her eyes, and a choked sob escaped her lips, but she dared not move, knowing the consequences of resistance all too well.

“There,” Stephanie said, her voice soft but laced with authority. “That should remind you to listen.”

With methodical ease, Stephanie attached the second binder clip, her gaze never leaving Rebecca’s face as the older woman whimpered in pain, her hands hovering uselessly at her sides. The pressure and sting of the clips left Rebecca trembling uncontrollably, her sobs coming in short, desperate bursts.

“You’re getting off easy,” Stephanie remarked, her tone sharp as she stepped back to survey her work. “If you keep defying me, it will get much worse.”

Rebecca’s body shook with each shallow breath, her eyes filled with tears as the sharp sting from the binder clips cut through her already bruised and sore chest. She wanted nothing more than to rip them away, but the weight of Stephanie’s threat hung heavy in the air, silencing any remaining defiance.

“Consider this a warning,” Stephanie continued, her voice calm and measured, as though this was all a simple matter of discipline. “Now, are you ready to behave, or do you need more encouragement?”

The humiliation of it all was unbearable, but at the same time, Rebecca could feel that twisted desire within her growing stronger, feeding on the loss of her control. She was trapped, cornered, and utterly defeated—and a part of her, the part she could barely admit to, craved every moment of it.

Rebecca’s sobs grew louder, her body sinking under the weight of both the pain and the sheer humiliation of the moment. Slowly, she nodded, her spirit thoroughly broken. Stephanie’s expression barely shifted, a faint smile tugging at her lips as she crossed her arms, satisfied with the submission before her.

“Good,” she said softly. “Let’s not have any more hesitation.”

Rebecca’s heart pounded, and her mind swirled with a potent mix of fear and excitement. She felt herself sinking into a place she’d never dared to go before, a place where the thought of debasing herself to this handsome jock, who seemed so indifferent to her, made her pulse race. The threat of further discipline only heightened the tension, feeding that deep, hidden desire to surrender completely.

Without another word, she crawled closer to Jake, feeling her body betray her as she let herself succumb to the allure of their cruelty. Her humiliation was palpable, but it was intertwined with a sick thrill that kept her going, made her want to please him, to see just how far he would push her.

Slowly, shakily, she knelt directly in front of him, her hands trembling as she reached for the button of Jake’s jeans, her vision blurred by tears.

Jake didn’t smile or soften as she leaned in, showing no sign of affection. His hand moved to her chin, tilting her face up to look into his eyes, which were filled with a cold amusement. The disdain in his gaze only spurred her on, making her feel even more desperate to prove herself, to degrade herself in whatever way he demanded.

Rebecca knew she was losing herself to this, that she was willingly sinking deeper into submission, driven by a need to please this boy who looked at her with such casual cruelty. And she wanted it more than anything—to let go of all her dignity, to offer herself up completely to him, no matter the cost.

"Go on," Stephanie urged, her voice laced with cruel anticipation. "Show Jake how sorry you are."

Rebecca's fingers fumbled with the button and zipper, her breath hitching as she finally managed to free Jake's cock. It was hard and hot and thick.The sight of it made her cheeks burn even hotter, and her body tensed as she fully contemplated what was expected of her. She felt her pulse quicken, a strange mix of intimidation and excitement coursing through her. She knew she was about to be pushed further than she ever had before, forced to cross a line she’d once considered immovable. And yet, despite the fear and the overwhelming embarrassment, she couldn’t deny the aching pull of desire that twisted within her.

Rebecca’s mind whirled, torn between her instincts to resist and the weight of their silent command pressing down on her. She had no choice; they’d cornered her completely, and she knew that any further resistance would only prolong her torment. She could feel Stephanie’s hands resting on her shoulders, grounding her, holding her in place, and reminding her that there was no escape.

Her mind swirled with conflicting emotions—fear, shame, and a strange, almost desperate lust. She knew what was expected of her, and as she looked at him, she found herself trembling, teetering on the edge of surrender, ready to finally give in to their demands.

"Open your mouth," Stephanie instructed, her tone sharp. Rebecca complied, parting her lips as Jake pulled her mouth onto his cock by the back of her head. The taste of him was overwhelming, and she gagged as he pulled her deeper, his hands gripping her hair tightly.

Tears streamed down Rebecca's face as she struggled to accommodate him. Stephanie's gaze was fixed on the scene before her, her own arousal growing with each passing moment.

As Rebecca took him into her mouth, she was overwhelmed by the sheer size of him. He was impossibly hard and thick, the thickness stretching her lips, making it difficult to accommodate him. She felt every inch, and it was as though he went on forever, impossibly long, filling her completely. Her initial instinct was to pull back, but Jake’s hand held her in place, silently demanding that she continue.

Jake's pull became more insistent, his grip on Rebecca's hair tighter. "That's it," he groaned, his voice thick with lust. "Take it all."

Rebecca's eyes watered, her throat constricting around Jake's length. She could feel Stephanie's eyes on her, watching her every move, her every reaction. The humiliation was almost too much to bear, but there was no escape, no reprieve from the punishment she was enduring.

Rebecca's body was a symphony of discomfort, each note a reminder of her place in this twisted dynamic. The cruel binder clips bit into her tender nipples, their grip a constant, throbbing torment that made her wince with every breath. Her bottom, still smarting from the earlier spanking, radiated heat against the coolness of the room, the soreness a testament to Stephanie's disciplinary hand.

Jake rose to his feet, and with a firm grip on the back of Rebecca’s head, he pulled her forward. She barely had a chance to catch her balance, forced to follow him clumsily on her knees as he guided her along, his cock still fully filling her mouth. Rebecca’s hands scrambled for purchase, her knees scraping against the floor as she struggled to keep up with his pace. The indignity of being pulled along like this, her mouth still stretched around him, only heightened the deep flush of her humiliation.

She could feel her pulse pounding, her face burning with the shame of her predicament. Every inch she moved seemed to remind her of her powerlessness, of the way he was leading her without care, his focus solely on his own satisfaction. The discomfort of the position, the awkwardness of trying to move in sync with his strides while on her knees, was nothing compared to the raw vulnerability that coursed through her.

Yet, despite the indignity, a dark thrill ran through her. She knew that this was what she needed—to be taken completely, to be forced to follow, to be made to comply without hesitation. She could feel Stephanie’s eyes on her, watching with a smirk, and that only added to the intensity of the moment. Her thoughts were a whirl of shame and desire as she surrendered, letting him lead her wherever he wanted, helpless to do anything but submit.

Jake finally stopped, standing firm as he gripped Rebecca’s head with a relentless hold. Without a word, he began thrusting deeply into her, each movement pushing her to take him further. Rebecca felt the force of each thrust, her body responding instinctively to keep up with his rhythm, but it was a struggle to keep herself steady as he took complete control.

She was utterly at his mercy, each deep thrust reinforcing just how powerless she was. The weight of his dominance left her no room to think, only to comply, to take him as he demanded, her own needs and discomfort irrelevant in the face of his insistence. She felt her cheeks burn hotter, a new wave of embarrassment washing over her as she realized just how completely she had surrendered.

Jake's hips surged forward, his cock invading her mouth with a brutality that left no room for hesitation. He was relentless, using her mouth with a savagery that made her gag, her eyes watering as she struggled to accommodate his thrusts.

The binder clips swung wildly with each of Jake's movements, their motion tugging at her sensitive nipples, the pain mingling with the overwhelming fullness in her mouth. Rebecca's hands flew to Jake's thighs, her fingers digging into his hard-toned muscles in a futile attempt to steady herself, to brace against the onslaught.

As Jake's cock began to twitch, signaling his imminent climax, Rebecca's panic set in. She desperately tried to pull away, her body recoiling from the impending deluge, but Jake's grip on her hair was unyielding. He held her in place, his eyes flashing with a cruel intensity as he began to cum, the hot, sticky fluid flooding her mouth.

Rebecca's eyes widened in horror as she realized she was going to be made to swallow, a thought that sent her mind reeling. With her husband, Stephanie's father, on the rare occasions she allowed the act, she always spat it out after, a small act of defiance in a relationship that was already strained. But here, with Jake and Stephanie, she had no such luxury.

As Jake's cum continued to flow, Rebecca's desperation grew. She tried to push away, her hands flailing against his thighs, but he was too strong, too relentless. His grip on her hair tightened, his cock still throbbing in her mouth, as he emptied himself into her.

Rebecca screamed and squirmed and kicked her little feet as the bitter taste of his cum coated her tongue, her throat, her mouth, a constant reminder of her submission, her surrender to their will. Rebecca's body trembled, her mind racing with the implications of her situation, as she struggled to come to terms with the reality of her new life.

Stephanie's voice cut through the silence, her words a cruel instruction that made Rebecca's heart sink. "Swallow every last drop, Rebecca. You're a good little cum dumpster, aren't you? Show Jake how much you love being used."

Rebecca's throat constricted, her body rebelling against the invasion, but she knew she had no choice. She swallowed, the bitter taste of Jake's cum burning her throat, her mouth, her soul. The act was a surrender, a submission to their will, and Rebecca felt a piece of her dignity die with each passing moment.

As Jake finally released his grip on her hair, Rebecca slumped forward, her body shaking, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The binder clips remained, a cruel reminder of her predicament, the pain a stark contrast to the satisfaction etched on Stephanie's face.

Stephanie clapped slowly, a triumphant smile on her face as Rebecca pulled back, and Jake tucked himself away. "Well done, Rebecca," she said, her voice dripping with mock praise. “But you know, Jake is a real athlete. He’ll be ready to go again before you even know it. Now, let’s see if you have anything else you can offer him…”

[Continued in Part 11]