Lisa's shower was running when I slipped into her room.
Her clothes lay on the bed. Her phone on the nightstand.
I picked up her panties and pocketed them.
She wouldn't be needing them today.
Steam billowed out when the bathroom door opened. Lisa stepped out wrapped in a towel, hair dripping. She froze when she saw me sitting on her bed.
"Get out," she hissed, clutching the towel tighter.
I smiled. "That's not how you greet your owner."
"Last night was a mistake." Her voice trembled. "It's over."
I crossed the room in two strides, backing her against the wall. My hand found her throat, not squeezing, just resting there. A reminder.
"Nothing's over until I say it is."
A tear slipped down her cheek. "Please. Jake will be up soon."
"I know." I tugged her towel loose. It fell to the floor. "That's the point."
She was still marked from last night. Fingerprints on her hips. A bruise blooming on her inner thigh. My handprint on her ass.
"You're going to make breakfast," I said, tracing the marks. "Wearing only your robe. No underwear."
"I can't."
I squeezed her throat, just enough to make her gasp. "You will. Or Jake gets the video."
Her shoulders slumped. Defeated.
"Good girl." I released her. "Ten minutes. Don't make me come find you."
I left her room, closing the door softly behind me. In the hallway, I checked my phone. The security feed showed Lisa sinking to the bathroom floor, sobbing silently.
Then, slowly, her hand moved between her legs.
I smirked. She was already addicted.
Jake was in the kitchen when I came downstairs, scrolling through job listings on his laptop.
"Morning," he mumbled, not looking up.
"Big day," I said, pouring coffee. "Any interviews lined up?"
"One tonight. Some tech startup downtown."
"Need a suit? I've got extras."
He finally looked up. "Thanks, man. I appreciate everything you're doing."
If only he knew.
Lisa appeared in the doorway, exactly nine minutes later. Her silk robe was cinched tight, but I could see she'd followed instructions. No bra lines. No panties. Her hair was still damp, face scrubbed clean of makeup.
"Morning, sweetie," she said to Jake, voice carefully controlled.
"Hey, Mom." Jake barely glanced up.
I caught her eye and patted the chair beside me. "Coffee, Lisa?"
She hesitated, then sat where I indicated. I poured her a cup, letting my fingers brush hers. She flinched.
"Sleep well?" I asked innocently.
"Fine," she whispered.
"You look tired." I touched her cheek. "Rough night?"
Jake looked up, finally noticing the tension. "You okay, Mom?"
"I'm fine," she said quickly. "Just... adjusting to a new place."
I dropped my hand to her knee under the table. She stiffened.
"Your mom's been very helpful around the house," I told Jake, sliding my hand higher. "Very accommodating."
Lisa's breath hitched. My fingers found bare skin where the robe parted.
"That's Mom," Jake said, oblivious. "Always taking care of everyone."
My fingers slipped higher. Lisa grabbed my wrist under the table, trying to stop me. I leaned close to her ear.
"Let go," I whispered, "or I tell him everything right now."
She released me, trembling.
"Oops." I deliberately knocked my fork to the floor. "Lisa, would you mind?"
Her eyes widened in panic. She knew exactly what would happen if she bent over.
"I'll get it," Jake offered.
"No," I said firmly. "Your mom's closer."
Lisa swallowed. Slowly, she slid from her chair and bent to retrieve the fork. The robe gaped, giving me a perfect view of her breasts. I shifted slightly, making sure Jake could see too if he looked up.
He did.
For just a second, Jake glimpsed his mother's exposed body. He immediately looked away, face reddening.
"Thanks," I said as Lisa handed me the fork, her face burning with humiliation.
"I should get dressed," she mumbled, standing.
"Actually," I said, "I was hoping you could help me organize some files before Jake's interview. It won't take long."
"I can help," Jake offered.
"No need," I said. "Your mom and I have a system worked out."
Lisa's eyes met mine. She understood the real meaning.
"Sure," she whispered. "Happy to help."
Jake closed his laptop. "I should head out anyway. Need to prep for tonight."
"Good luck," Lisa said, voice strained.
"Thanks." Jake hesitated, looking between us. "Everything okay here?"
"Perfect," I answered before Lisa could speak. "Your mom's in good hands."
Jake nodded, still looking uncertain. "I'll be back around four to change."
The second the front door closed, I grabbed Lisa's arm and dragged her to the living room.
"Please," she begged. "Not again."
I pushed her onto the couch. "Take off the robe."
"Alex, I can't do this anymore."
I pulled out my phone, showing her the video from last night. Her on her knees, cleaning up with her mouth, thanking me for using her.
"One button," I said. "That's all it takes to send this to Jake."
Her hands shook as she untied the robe. It fell open, revealing everything.
"Stand up," I ordered. "Turn around. Bend over."
She obeyed, gripping the back of the couch. I positioned my phone on the bookshelf, angling it to capture everything.
"Did you see Jake's face?" I asked, unzipping my pants. "When he saw his mother's tits?"
"Stop," she sobbed.
I slapped her ass hard. "Answer me."
"Yes," she whispered. "I saw."
"And how did it make you feel?" I spread her legs wider. "Knowing your son saw you exposed?"
"Humiliated."
I ran my fingers through her folds. Already wet.
"Liar." I pushed two fingers inside her. "You're soaked. You loved it."
"No," she protested weakly.
I withdrew my fingers and thrust into her without warning. She cried out, gripping the couch tighter.
"Say it," I demanded, pounding into her. "Say you loved your son seeing you like that."
"I can't," she sobbed.
I grabbed her hair, yanking her head back. "Say it, or I'll make sure he sees everything."
She broke. "I loved it," she wailed. "I loved him seeing me. Please don't stop."
I fucked her harder, one hand reaching around to rub her clit. "Who do you belong to?"
"You," she gasped. "Only you."
"And what are you?"
"Your whore," she moaned. "Your filthy whore."
I felt her tightening around me. "Say Jake's name when you come."
"What? No, I can't—"
I slapped her ass again, harder. "Do it."
She shattered, crying out, "Jake! Oh god, Jake!"
I came inside her with a groan, marking her again.
She collapsed onto the couch, sobbing. I tucked myself away and retrieved my phone, checking that it had recorded everything.
Perfect.
"Clean yourself up," I ordered. "But don't wash me out of you. I want you to feel me dripping down your thighs all day."
She curled into herself, not looking at me.
I grabbed her chin, forcing her to meet my eyes. "Tonight is Jake's interview dinner. You're coming too."
"Why are you doing this?" she whispered.
I smiled. "Because I can."
From my pocket, I pulled out a small egg-shaped vibrator. "You're wearing this tonight."
Her eyes widened. "I can't—"
"You will. I control it from my phone." I pressed it into her hand. "If you remove it, or disobey any instruction, Jake gets everything."
She stared at the device, fresh tears welling. "Yes, Daddy."
I leaned close, biting her earlobe hard enough to leave a mark. "And Lisa? I might bring a friend."
I left her there, broken and used on the couch.
She'd be completely mine before the week was over.
Jake would never know why.