My Stepdaughter is a Dominatrix! (Part 2 of 2)

Kay’s had Jimmy on the hook for weeks. Every night he crawls back to her site. Tonight she’s holding the membership in one hand and his balls in the other. Mom’s asleep upstairs; down here Kay’s the boss. She nods at the floor. He drops, opens, waits. She kicks his jaw wider with her toe, then feeds him her strap-on until spit runs down his chin. Every time he gags she pushes deeper, just to hear the sound. When she’s sure he’s grateful, she turns him around and shoves the same slick cock between his cheeks. No warm-up, no mercy. Jimmy groans into the carpet while she slams the toy home again and again, hips snapping, the harness leather creaking. She reaches under him, squeezes his cock once, twice, then lets go—his mess belongs to him now. She yanks the leash tight, drags his face back to the puddle. "Clean it," she orders. Tongue out, he licks until the carpet’s spotless and his mouth tastes like salt and shame. Only then does she unclip the leash, pat his head like a dog that finally learned its trick, and leave him kneeling in the dark.