Dominated By Her Stepdaughter Ch 17

Annabel woke up late despite having gone to bed early. It was a gray and dreary day outside, and she didn't feel particularly motivated to leave the warmth and comfort of Carla's bed. Instead she wrapped herself up in the covers and lay staring out the window, trying to remember the details of a crazy dream she'd had involving some kind of medical procedure. But she couldn't quite catch it and eventually she forced herself to get up.

On the way to her room to get her robe, Annabel caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, naked except for her collar. It gave her some comfort to see it there, made her feel less lonely.

After having coffee and toast she took a long bath and then a shower. Then she mainly just moped around the house. She tried reading a book, then a magazine, then watching TV; nothing could hold her interest for long. She was just laying on the couch staring at the ceiling when she heard the sound of an engine.

Going to the front window, she peeked out the curtains and was thrilled to see Carla pulling up in front of the house. But she didn't want to seem like she had been sitting there waiting, so she grabbed her magazine and went into the kitchen. She sat down at the table with the magazine open and tried to look nonchalant.

A minute later Carla appeared carrying a duffel bag and smiled over at Annabel, happy to see that she was wearing her collar as instructed. Setting the bag down, Carla hooked a finger into the ring on Annabel's collar, lifted her to her feet, and kissed her hard on the mouth.

Carla was in no mood to play games. She'd been on her best behavior during her visit to Frieda's and was horny as hell. Annabel found herself being led up the stairs by her collar and quickly stripped, her tits squeezed and her nipples sucked. She gasped as Carla's nails dug into her butt cheeks, then moaned as Carla lifted her skirt, pulled her panties down, and began to finger her.

It was just getting good when a high-pitched whine split the air. It was the sound of a high-revving engine approaching, and Carla and Annabel stopped what they were doing and looked at each other. They both knew what that sound meant: Annabel's husband, Carla's father, was home again.

Carla sighed. That man really did have an amazing sense of timing. Annabel scrambled to get her clothes back in place, then took her collar off, momentarily unsure what to do with it. She finally put it in the top drawer of her dresser and covered it with a scarf, then walked as calmly as she could down the stairs, trying once more to look casual.

* * *

Again that night Annabel found herself laying in bed next to her husband's snoring form. Again they'd gone out to an expensive dinner; he was in a celebratory mood because there had been a breakthrough in negotiations on a big merger he'd been working on for months. He ordered bottle after bottle of Champagne and Carla and Annabel both drank their share, slyly eyeing each other across the table.

After finishing their entrees they excused themselves to go to the ladies room. Inside, Carla followed Annabel into a stall and fondled her as Annabel moaned softly. Carla pulled up her skirt and pushed Annabel down between her legs; she was naked underneath and despite the cramped conditions, Annabel obediently started licking her.

But Carla couldn't really relax and enjoy herself under these circumstances, and after a few minutes she decided they'd better get back. She pulled Annabel up and kissed her, enjoying the taste of her own pussy on Annabel's lips. Annabel washed up and fixed her lipstick and they returned to the table. They had a delectable chocolate mousse cake for dessert.

When they got back home Carla immediately disappeared upstairs. Annabel busied herself in the kitchen, emptying the dishwasher and tidying up, while her husband poured himself a brandy nightcap and sat down to watch golf on TV. When she'd done all she could Annabel walked into the living room yawning and stretching exaggeratedly. "I'm beat," she said. "Think I'll turn in."

He nodded at her and quickly returned his eyes to the TV screen. Annabel brushed her teeth, changed into pajamas, and climbed into bed, doing her best to look asleep. Her husband appeared about an hour later; he fell heavily into the bed and rested one hand on Annabel's butt, making her flinch, but went no further than that. Soon he was snoring away noisily.

For what seemed like an excruciatingly long time Annabel lay there in a state of indecision. Her body wanted to get up and go down the hallway to Carla's room, but her brain was telling her to stay where she was. As time passed and the snoring grew louder, her mind started to change. It might have been five minutes later, or it might have been an hour, when she finally slipped out from underneath the sheets and stood up.

* * *

Moving carefully and quietly, Annabel slid her dresser drawer open and reached inside for the collar. She tiptoed out of the room, gently shut the door behind her, and walked slowly down the hall.

Flickering light was streaming from a crack in Carla's door; Annabel paused there and fumbled with her collar, dropping it once before finally getting it fastened around her neck. She could still hear her husband snoring down the hall.

Taking a deep breath, Annabel opened the door and stepped inside. Carla was sitting up in bed with a tablet in her lap, wearing a black lace bra with the covers pulled up around her waist. Her eyes glittered in the candlelight as she looked over at Annabel with an expression that said "What took you so long?"

Pushing the door closed behind her, Annabel pulled off first her pajama top, then the bottoms, and let them fall to the floor. Carla lifted the corner of the sheet beside her in invitation. Annabel walked over to the bed and slid in next to Carla; it was delightfully warm and delicious-smelling under there.

Carla set the tablet aside and took Annabel in her arms for a long, wet, passionate kiss. For the moment they were like any two lovers reunited after some time apart. Annabel felt her nipples begin to stiffen, her pussy begin to moisten, and a fluttering sensation in her stomach.

Pulling her bra off, Carla hooked a finger into the ring of Annabel's collar. She pulled Annabel's head down to her chest and Annabel eagerly went to work. The sensation of Carla's soft flesh in her mouth was comfortably familiar now; she suckled like a happy baby until Carla tugged on the ring to move Annabel down under the covers.

Down there Annabel was completely enveloped in Carla's smell, feel, and taste. She felt at home, safe from the world, with the comfort of a definite purpose: to make her stepdaughter feel good. To this end she applied her fingers, her mouth, and all the knowledge she'd recently acquired.

Inching over to one side, Carla reached out to penetrate Annabel with one finger, then two. She brought the fingers to her mouth and licked the juice off. Delectable. Hungry for more, she turned Annabel and adjusted her own position so they could 69. They licked each other slowly and tenderly at first, then with increasing fervor, and didn't let up until each of them had come several times.

Afterward they lay side-by-side in quiet contentment. Listening closely, Annabel could hear her husband snoring in the distance. He would probably sleep straight through till morning, but even so, she knew that she would have to get back. She stayed a little while longer, then kissed Carla softly on the lips and slid out from under the covers. Carla understood the situation and made no move to stop her.

After getting her pajamas back on, Annabel crept down the hall back to her own bedroom, removing her collar on the way. She replaced the collar in the drawer and eased back into bed, and in minutes she was off in the land of dreams.

* * *

In the morning all three of them had breakfast together. Carla and Annabel grinned covertly at each other, thinking back to the previous night's assignation, as the man of the house read his email.

As they ate he announced that he would be going overseas to finalize the merger he had been working on, and probably wouldn't be back for a couple of weeks. Annabel did her best to look disappointed. Carla made no such pretense, her mind already racing ahead to what they might do during that time.

Annabel knew that he would want a kiss goodbye, so she gave him one -- after rinsing her mouth out with mouthwash to cover the taste of his daughter's pussy.

When he drove away Annabel walked into the kitchen, where Carla was still sitting at the table sipping coffee. The expression on Carla's face was not what she expected -- it was a cold and stern look, and Annabel knew immediately that she'd done something wrong. It took her a few seconds to figure out what it was, and when she remembered, she immediately bolted upstairs and retrieved her collar.

Once properly collared, Annabel turned around to find Carla smiling at her, leash in hand. Carla clipped the leash to Annabel's ring and led her down the hall, allowing her to walk instead of crawl this time.

Once they were in the bedroom, Carla wasted no time stripping Annabel naked, cuffing her hands behind her back, and pushing her down onto the bed. Carla gave her stepmother a few good whacks on the rump just on general principles, then got into her favorite strap-on and made Annabel suck it. She loved the way Annabel looked up at her, all sweet and doe-eyed, as the shaft disappeared into her mouth.

Spinning Annabel around, Carla pushed her legs apart with one knee and plunged into her. Relieved to no longer have to be quiet, Annabel let out an uninhibited howl of ecstasy. She only increased in volume as Carla gave her a good, sound, thorough seeing to.

Pleased with her efforts, Carla took off her strap-on and traded it for a face dildo, which went onto Annabel. Sitting back in a comfortable chair, Carla spread her legs and used the leash to pull Annabel to her. Once Annabel was kneeling on the floor in front of her, Carla grasped the shaft of the dildo and guided it into her cunt.

Carla grunted as the thick plastic cock pushed into her. Annabel once again had a close-up view of Carla's private parts as she served as the younger woman's instrument of pleasure. Holding Annabel's head with both hands, Carla anchored both feet on the floor and ground her hips forward until she had an intense, shivering orgasm, then another, then another.

Afterward Carla got back into bed and fell asleep. Annabel washed the toys they had used, then went downstairs to clean up from breakfast. It felt, strangely, like life was back to normal.