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

Chapter 297: Marked

“FINALLY!” she sobbed, her voice breaking. “Finally! Oh god, finally!”

The sheer, intrusive weight of him silenced her panic instantly.

​It was a white-hot anchor, filling the void that had been starving for him, stretching her until the world narrowed down to nothing but the punishing, perfect friction of his skin against hers.

Alex didn’t give her time to adjust.

He pulled back and slammed forward again.

SMACK.

The sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed through the room.

“This what you wanted?” he growled, setting a punishing rhythm that made Vivienne’s entire body jolt with each thrust. “This what you’ve been begging for since you walked in here?”

“YES!” Vivienne screamed, her voice raw and desperate. “Yes! Don’t stop! Please don’t stop!”

Each thrust drove her forward, her breasts swaying, her fingers scrabbling for purchase against the slick floor. She was completely at his mercy, impaled on his cock, reduced to nothing but sensation and need.

“Faster?” Alex asked, punctuating the question with a particularly brutal thrust that made stars explode behind her eyes.

“FASTER!” Vivienne wailed, her voice breaking. “Harder! I don’t want to forget this ever! I can’t forget this ever!”

The wet, obscene sounds of their coupling filled the room… flesh slapping flesh, Vivienne’s desperate moans, Alex’s guttural grunts of effort and satisfaction.

Helena, who had been watching from the sidelines with dark fascination, moved closer.

She knelt beside them, her naked body still flushed from her own earlier orgasm. Her hand slid between Vivienne’s legs, finding her clit with practiced precision.

“Look at you,” Helena taunted, her fingers circling the swollen, sensitive nub in time with Alex’s thrusts. “The great CEO, screaming like a whore, begging to be fucked while she sells out her own daughter.”

“Shut up!” Vivienne gasped, though there was no real venom in the words. “Just… ah! …just don’t stop!”

“Oh, I’m not stopping,” Helena purred, increasing the pressure on Vivienne’s clit until her cousin’s hips bucked involuntarily. “I’m helping. Making sure you remember exactly how good it feels to be a terrible mother.”

The dual stimulation… Alex pounding into her from behind with relentless force, Helena’s skilled fingers working her clit… was driving Vivienne toward the edge with terrifying speed.

The pressure built in her core, coiling tighter and tighter, threatening to snap at any moment.

“I’m…” she gasped, her voice barely coherent. “I’m going to…”

“Not yet,” Alex commanded, his grip on her hips tightening bruisingly. “You don’t cum until I say.”

“Please!” Vivienne sobbed, tears streaming down her face from the overwhelming intensity.

“Tell me again,” Alex demanded, never breaking his rhythm. “Tell me what you’re going to do.”

“I’ll bring her!” Vivienne cried, the words tumbling out in a desperate rush. “I’ll bring Jennifer! Tomorrow! I’ll… ah!… I’ll make her ready for you!”

“And what am I going to do to her?” Alex pressed, his voice dropping to that dark, dangerous register.

Vivienne hesitated only a second… one final moment of maternal instinct fighting against overwhelming need.

The need won.

“Whatever you want,” she gasped. “Fuck her. Use her. Take her ass…”

“That’s right,” Alex growled, his thrusts becoming harder, deeper, more possessive. “I’m going to fuck you and your daughter. Together. Side by side. Both your asses. Both of you screaming. Both of you mine.”

The image crashed through Vivienne’s mind with devastating clarity.

Jennifer… her beautiful, innocent daughter… bent over beside her. Both of them presenting themselves. Both of them being claimed, violated, owned by the same man.

“Oh GOD!” she screamed.

“You ready for that?” Alex demanded, his thrusts becoming erratic now, harder, his own control beginning to slip. “Ready to watch me take your daughter’s virgin ass while I’m balls-deep in yours?”

“YES!” Vivienne wailed, beyond reason now, beyond sanity, beyond anything resembling maternal love or decency. “Yes! Fuck us both! Take us both! I’ll be ready! I’ll make her ready! Just… please… let me CUM!”

“Cum,” Alex commanded. “Cum on my cock like the worthless whore you are.”

Vivienne shattered.

The orgasm tore through her like a hurricane… violent, overwhelming, obliterating everything in its path. She screamed until her voice broke, her entire body convulsing, her pussy clenching around him in rhythmic waves that seemed to go on forever.

“Fuck, fuck, FUCK!” she sobbed, the pleasure so intense it bordered on pain, so overwhelming she thought she might actually die from it.

Alex didn’t stop.

He fucked her through it, prolonging the orgasm until she was crying, shaking, completely wrecked.

“Again,” he growled. “Give me another one.”

“I can’t—” Vivienne gasped, her body already oversensitive, every nerve ending raw.

Helena’s fingers pressed harder on her clit, circling with brutal precision.

“You can,” Helena whispered, her voice dark with satisfaction. “And you will.”

The second orgasm hit before Vivienne could brace for it… harder than the first, more violent, ripping another scream from her already raw throat.

Her vision went white. Her body seized. She was dimly aware of screaming, of sobbing, of begging incoherently for mercy or more… she couldn’t tell which.

​”That’s it,” Alex groaned, his rhythm faltering as he watched her fall apart. “Break for me.”

​But he didn’t finish.

​Just as Vivienne’s climax began to subside, leaving her trembling and raw, Alex pulled back.

​With a wet, obscene pop, he withdrew completely.

​Vivienne collapsed forward like a puppet with cut strings. Boneless. Spent. Utterly destroyed.

​She lay there, chest heaving against the floor, her juices leaking from her used pussy in a steady, clear stream that pooled beneath her thighs. She was empty, aching, and completely hollowed out.

​But Alex wasn’t done.

​He stood over her, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths.

​He looked down at himself. His cock was a raging slab of iron, angry and purple, still furiously erect. It glistened under the chandelier light, coated thick with Vivienne’s slickness, twitching with a need that hadn’t been satisfied.

​He wasn’t ready to go down yet. Not even close.

​He shifted his gaze to the side.

​Helena was still kneeling beside her fallen cousin. But she wasn’t looking at Vivienne’s trembling form. She wasn’t looking at the floor.

​Her eyes were glued to Alex’s cock.

​She stared at the throbbing, wet length of him with a look of pure, unadulterated hunger. Her lips were parted, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps. She looked enchanted, mesmerized by the weapon that had just destroyed her boss.

​Alex’s lips curled into a knowing, predatory smirk. He saw the greed in her eyes. The jealousy.

​”You like what you see, Helena?” Alex asked, his voice low and taunting.

​Helena’s eyes snapped up to his face, her cheeks flushing, but she didn’t look away. She couldn’t.

​”It’s… beautiful, Sir,” she whispered, the truth slipping out before she could stop it.

​”It’s not finished,” Alex corrected, stepping closer until his heavy head was inches from her face. “And neither am I.”

​He reached down, grabbing Helena by the arm and hauling her up from the floor. She gasped, stumbling slightly, but he held her firm.

​”You want to be part of this?” Alex asked, gripping her chin and forcing her to look at the wet mess he’d made of Vivienne. “You want to know what it feels like?”

​”Yes,” Helena breathed, her pupils blown wide. “Yes, please.”

​”Good.”

​Alex spun her around.

​”Get on top of her,” he commanded, pointing to Vivienne’s prone body.

​Helena hesitated, blinking in confusion. “Sir?”

​”You heard me,” Alex growled, shoving Helena toward her cousin. “She’s not a CEO right now. She’s just a mattress. She’s furniture. Use her.”

​Helena looked at Vivienne… who was barely conscious, face pressed into the wood… and then back at the raging erection waiting for her.

​The hesitation vanished.

​Helena stepped over Vivienne. She straddled her cousin’s waist, her knees sinking into the carpet on either side of Vivienne’s ribs. Then, with a small, excited whimper, she lowered herself, settling her weight directly onto Vivienne’s exhausted spine.

​”Oof…” Vivienne grunted weakly into the floor, the air knocked out of her by the sudden weight.

​But she didn’t fight. She couldn’t. She just lay there, flattened and defeated, as her assistant climbed onto her back to claim the prize she had failed to finish.

Alex stepped up behind the tangled pair, looming over the human pile he had created. He gripped Helena’s hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh to anchor her firmly against her living cushion.

​He didn’t offer a warning. He didn’t offer a caress. He simply lined his raging, wet cock up with her waiting entrance and thrust inside in one brutal stroke.

“OH GOD!” Helena screamed, her back arching violently. “Yes, Sir! Ohhh so good, Sir!”

Alex fucked her with the same punishing intensity he’d used on Vivienne…hard, fast, relentless.

Helena’s moans and screams echoed through the room, punctuated by the wet sounds of Alex’s cock driving into her again and again.

Beneath her, Vivienne felt every thrust. Felt Helena’s body jolt forward with each impact. Felt the weight pressing her into the floor. Felt the degradation of being used as a platform for her cousin’s pleasure.

And despite her exhaustion… despite having just been fucked into oblivion… she felt herself getting wet again.

“You like this, Helena?” Alex growled, his hands gripping Helena’s hips bruisingly. “Like being fucked on top of your boss? On top of the woman who orders you around?”

“Yes!” Helena wailed. “Yes, I love it! I love it, Sir!”

“Tomorrow,” Alex said, his voice steady despite the exertion, “you’re going to help me break in Jennifer. You’re going to hold her down while I take her ass. You’re going to make sure she stays still while I ruin her.”

“Yes, Sir!” Helena sobbed. “Whatever you want, Sir!”

“And you’re going to enjoy it,” Alex continued, his thrusts becoming harder. “You’re going to get off on watching mother and daughter screaming side by side.”

“Oh God, oh God, oh GOD!” Helena’s voice pitched higher.

“Cum,” Alex commanded. “Cum for me now.”

Helena shattered with a scream that rivaled Vivienne’s earlier ones. Her body convulsed, clenching around Alex’s cock, her weight crushing down on Vivienne as she rode out the waves of her orgasm.

Alex thrust twice more and came again… this time flooding Helena, marking her the same way he’d marked Vivienne.

When he finally pulled out, both women collapsed in a tangled heap on the floor.

Vivienne underneath… exhausted, used.

Helena on top… equally wrecked, equally claimed.

Alex stood over them, looking down at his handiwork with dark satisfaction.

Two Vanderbilt women. Reduced to trembling, sobbing messes. Both full of his cum. Both promised to him. Both willing to sacrifice the third.