Owning Amaryllis Pt 02

"Mom, I'm home. There should be a package for me?" Carter called out as he stepped in from the garage. He tossed his keys into the bowl by the door, shedding his shoes and bookbag on his way down the hall to the main room. "Ame? You here? I thought I saw the mail truck head out our street when I came in. Did you get my package?"

"Oh, yes. It's by the door, Carter." He heard his stepmother's voice float around from the kitchen. It sounded a little rougher than usual but he didn't pay much attention; he was probably imagining it. Besides, he was excited to get his package; he had been waiting for it for a couple weeks now.

"Hell, Ame. Did you throw it?" He called out, picking up the banged up package from where she had dropped it earlier. Carter frowned as he examined the package, and opened the outer shipping box, relieved that the seller had properly cushioned the equipment inside.

"I'm sorry, Carter. It slipped when I was signing for it. Is it damaged?" Amaryllis stepped around the corner from the kitchen, still garbed in her robe, and cradling a cup of coffee between her hands from which she took a sip. She had tried to clean up her hair and face as best as she could but reckoned she would need another shower as the residual cum and saliva dried in her hair in clumps which she tried to hide by sweeping her near waist-length dark hair up in a messy bun. She hoped the coffee would cover the musky odour and taste of cum. It worked, but just barely. Unconsciously, she tugged the top of her robe closer together to cover up as her eyes darted from the package to the front door.

"It's probably okay." Carter shrugged but narrowed his eyes as he examined his stepmom's appearance. She looked... disheveled and it wasn't his imagination that her voice sounded different. "You okay, mom?" He used her name and 'mom' interchangeably as she had helped raise him the past ten years, especially when his dad had more and more business trips out of town. He thought of her more as his mother than his own who had cut contact as soon as she got married to her current husband more than 12 years ago.

"Oh, my throat's just a little sore. Maybe I'm coming down with a cold." Amaryllis smiled at the concern her stepson was showing her, always touched that he cared and noticed. She made an excuse, of course not wanting her perfect family to realize what had happened to her just moments before her stepson walked in the house. "I'm just going to finish my coffee and take a soak in the bath. Maybe the steam and heat will help."

"Sure, I'm just going to set this up." Carter had turned from his stepmom already and was occupied with his new toy: he had got a fancy camera setup in an effort to expand and improve his YouTube channel. By the time Amaryllis had cleaned up again and was downstairs to make dinner, Carter had the camera set up on a tripod in the corner of the main room to test the video quality and function. He also had it linked to an app on his phone that allowed him to view it in real time.

The rest of the afternoon and evening progressed uneventfully with Carter adjusting and playing with the settings on his camera and Amaryllis preparing dinner and cleaning up afterwards. They spent a quiet evening doing their own thing before going to bed.

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The next morning, Carter had already left for his university classes and Amaryllis awoke with a degree of fear and trepidation. She fought with herself on whether she wanted to get dressed or wear the robe as the mailman had demanded she do. Ultimately, she decided that she wasn't going to let him get away with raping her again and donned--along with her bra and panties--her usual attire for a day of housework: a loose tshirt and a pair of shorts.

She also had a part-time work-from-home job that allowed her flexible hours, as long as she got the tasks done by the deadline so she spent the morning working before making herself lunch and cleaning the kitchen afterwards. She was halfway through clearing the clutter in the main room when the doorbell rang, sending a sliver of fear piercing through her. She momentarily considered pretending no-one was home and ignoring anyone who came to the door, but she was also afraid that the mailman would tell her family. She also wanted to definitively tell him that it was over, that what he did was wrong and that she'd get the authorities involved if he'd try that again.

The doorbell rang again and again, insistently, and she squared her shoulders before opening the door.

"Tsk tsk. Took you long enough, ma'am. And you're not wearing what I asked you. Tsk tsk tsk." His lips pulled up in a menacing and creepy grin as he shook his head. He stepped inside, his height towering over her.

"S- Stop! Don't take another step in. This stops now." Amaryllis tried to inject some steel into her voice, to give it authority but her diminutive size and naturally soft voice projected little threat, especially in the face of this situation. It only caused the grin on Tony's face to widen in amusement like a fox staring down at a bunny daring to challenge the predator.

"I'm- I'm going to call the police if you don't leave right now." Amaryllis' voice faltered as Tony took another step forward towards her, forcing her to take a step back to keep her distance. She was losing ground, figuratively and literally, as step by step, she back up against the opposite wall from the doorway.

"Oh? Where's your phone then, ma'am? Or did you call them already? Will they be here soon?" He laughed, mocking her. He slammed his hands against the wall, trapping her between them and leaned in, taking in her sweet natural fragrance. If she was in one of her romance novels, Amaryllis would have been weak in the knees, pussy dripping with wanton need but she was trembling in fear at the very real situation in front of her.

"Please, just let me go. I won't tell anyone what happened if you just leave now." She whimpered softly, looking up at him with wide dark eyes. Her hands balled into tight fists by her side as she tried to shrink back even more against the wall, away from the man in front of her. She turned her face away after a moment, unable to continue looking up at her tormentor.

"Oh, I know you won't be saying anything to anyone. But you're also going to do what I want. Now...your son's gonna be home at the same time today?" He grinned as she nodded, showing his teeth like a predator. His hand slid down and started to pull at the hem of her shirt, lifting it up her tight belly, over her breasts and over her head so it trapped her arms in it like a shrug. She stood there, her fear response causing her to freeze and allowing him to manipulate her as he wanted. His hand returned to the front and started squeezing her breasts through her bra, causing her body to squirm in an effort to get away. "Na-uh now, don't try to run away, little slut."

"Please..." she whispered, so soft he almost didn't hear it but her fearful tone caused the darkness in him to stir and he turned her around to tie her t-shirt around her elbows, pulling them together and forcing her back to arch so her breasts were thrust out in display. "Wait, no, stop! What are you doing?" She gasped, crying out once she found she couldn't move her arms. Her struggles caused her breasts to jump around in the bra to the amusement of her attacker and he immediately reached around to crush her breasts in his hands, mauling them through her bra.

"Don't tell me you aren't enjoying this." He licked at her ear which sent a disgusting shiver through her. "Don't tell me that you weren't playing with yourself last night thinking about my cock." He purred, his tongue tracing the outer curve of her ear before he bit it. She whimpered, squirming in his grasp as his hands reached into her bra to pull her tits out by the nipples--still sore from yesterday--causing her to arch her back in pain, forcing her ass into his pelvis.

"Oh, nooo stop, that hurts!" Amaryllis gasped out, her body twisting and arching in an attempt to relieve the pain. As her ass pushed back against him, she could immediately feel the hard outline of his cock through their clothes. She shrank away with revulsion, still struggling to break free from his grasp while his hands continued to pinch and abuse her nipples.

He started to grind his hips against her ass, reveling in how bouncy and firm they felt, using her breasts like handles to pull her into him. He moaned, enjoying how her ass felt against his cock; his imagination running rampant as he visualized all the fantasies he was going to force her to act out. He took hold of her t-shirt and guided her into the main room to bend her over the couch so her bottom was in the air and her legs dangling, toes barely brushing against the floor. A hungry groan sounded as he admired from her tiny feet up her long shapely legs to meet at the perfectly curved mounds of her ass.

"Fucking delicious." He licked his lips and reached to pull her shorts down with her panties. He kept one hand on the small of her back, pinning her to the couch to keep her in place while he worked the garments off. Rough fingers slid up towards her slit like yesterday, searching for the button that sent her over the edge. Pushing her legs further open with his knees, he found her clit and gave it a hard flick with his finger. She responded immediately, body jumping against the hand holding her down.

"Noooo..." Her protest turned into a moan as he flicked it again, circling it with his finger over and under the hood, teasing her sensitive bud with the rough edge of his nail. She shuddered, shaking her head and squirming under his grasp as her body responded but her mind fought against it.

"I've been thinking about tasting you straight from your sweet little cunt since yesterday afternoon," He smiled and went down on his knees between her spread legs, his arms wrapped around her thighs and his face tilted upwards to aim his tongue at her slit, which had now starting to coat itself with her arousal. "Fucking delicious." He repeated; his words embarrassed her and coloured her cheeks a tantalizing shade of pink. Any protest she had was replaced with another moan as Tony slithered his tongue past her lips and into her dripping wet cunt.

She felt her body shudder in desire, gasping as he alternated between tongue fucking her cunt and sucking on her clit. She hated that she was responding this way but her hips pressed back, grinding her pussy on his mouth as if to tell him she needed more. She felt the need in her rising, panting. She groaned as she felt him press his lips right up to her pussy and start sucking, tongue diving deep to gather all the sweet nectar she was secreting. The stubble on his chin ground against her clit, eliciting a squeal as the pain surprisingly melded into pleasure.

Amaryllis' body jerked, releasing another moan past her lips. Her body shook, feeling her pussy clench around his tongue as she edged closer to her peak. But he must have felt her getting close to climax and he backed off from stimulating her--he had other plans for that. He stood up and his rough hand replaced his tongue. A finger slid slowly in and out of her wet hole; enough to keep her aroused but not enough to bring her over the edge.

"I want you to cum on my cock. I want you to see how my cock in your little married pussy makes you scream." He leaned over and spoke into her ear. She let out a sob, feeling the rustle of him undoing his belt and pants to release his hard cock from its confines. She knew he wouldn't listen to her if she protested and resigned herself to cry quietly, apologizing silently to her husband, as she felt him step up against her to rub the head of his cock over her slit. She screwed her eyes shut, telling herself not to respond, not to give in and give the man the pleasure of humiliating her. "Mmm so warm and wet, baby. You're going to feel amazing wrapped around my cock."

She started crying in earnest when she felt the head of his cock split her pussy lips, stretching her hole to gain entry. She buried her face into the cushions of the couch in shame, muffling the moan caused by the mushroom head of his cock splitting her open as he sank into her wet cunt easily. Tony's fingers dug into her hips as he ground his pelvis into hers, forcing his cock as deep into her pussy as possible, relishing the velvet of her tunnel wrapped around his member.

"Oh god baby slut, your cunt is amazing." He groaned, grinding his hips in circles against her. He could feel her pussy clench his cock; the petite form shuddering beneath him as she tried to deny herself the pleasure she was feeling. He slowly pulled his cock out of her until just the head remained inside before thrusting back in slowly, enjoying the way her tight cunt suctioned his cock like it didn't want to let go. He gave her a few more slow thrust before he started picking up the pace, ramming his cock into her harder with each thrust.

"No, no, no, no, no..." She cried out, the words jumbling into one incoherent moan. Her back arched at a particularly hard thrust. Her legs kicked against the back of the couch, especially as one hand reached around to play with her clit and his other to grab a handful of her breast. He pinched and rolled both her clit and nipple; her moans growing in frequency and intensity as the pleasure rolled through her.

"Does the little married whore enjoy that?" He taunted her, his finger rubbed at her clit harder as he rammed into her, pulling his cock back until the tip sat at the opening and thrust violently into her cunt. Again and again. She screamed, sure he had bruised her inside and out. Despite the brutal treatment, however, the constant slapping of his balls on her clit along with his fingers pinching and pulling her clit and nipples brought her closer and closer to the edge again.

"I can't-- I can't--," she panted, shaking her head, unable to get the words out from the pleasure fogging up her mind. The wet slapping of their two bodies and their moans filled up the room as he rutted her like an animal claiming their bitch.

"I'm going to make you my personal little fuck toy," he growled into her ear, ramming her particularly hard in emphasis.

"Ohhhhh god noooooo!" She screamed her climax and came all over his cock. A light sheen of perspiration covered her trembling body; her scream died down to moans and gasps. She was breathing hard as she let her body collapse over the couch, weak moans as he continued to fuck her, the squelch of his cock and her juices permeating the air.

"Ahhhh fuck yesss, your cunt is milking me," he groaned and started fucking her faster as he felt his load get ready to spill. Her pussy continued to spasm around his cock like it was trying to suck the cum out straight into her womb. Tony roared as his cock exploded and flooded her pussy with cum, coating her inner walls and leaking out of her while he continued to pump in and out. "Fuuuucccckkk, take it! Take all my cum!"

Tony collapsed on top of her, crushing her painfully over the back of the couch. He was also panting as he tried to catch his breath. Amaryllis struggled beneath him before he pushed off, his softening cock slipping free. He took a moment to admire the freshly fucked form in front of him--his cum running down her legs especially--before he grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her to kneel in front of his cock.

"Clean up your mess, slut." He pulled her towards his cock, his intentions clear. She was too exhausted and broken from the fuck to fight and obediently opened her mouth to lick and suck his cock clean of their combined juices. He groaned again, enjoying the soft tongue and mouth he claimed. "Ugghh damn baby if we had more time I'd want to use your slut holes again."

"You better clean yourself up before your boy comes home." He laughed as he pulled up his pants and tucked himself back in, admiring the mess he made of her today. Briefly he considered leaving her arms bound but he didn't want the fun to end if she couldn't get out of it herself so he released the knot twisted in her shirt. Amaryllis groaned in pain as the blood rushed back to her limbs, rubbing her shoulders to relieve the pins and needles feeling flooding her arms. "Maybe I'll try to finish my route faster so we could have more time together tomorrow."

"Tomorrow? No..." She whimpered, realizing that this man really intended to fuck her everyday he could. He laughed again at the fear that flashed through her face; it brought out something predatory in him that wanted to ruin the little woman in front of him--and he loved it.

"Chop chop now. You've got, what, ten minutes before your stepson walks in the door? Unless you want him to see you like this." He grinned and let himself out. The door slamming shut behind him roused her from her daze and she realized he was right. Slowly she pulled herself off the floor and gathered her clothes. She pulled her panties back on to keep the cum from leaking all over the floor and used her shirt to wipe the floor clean from the cum that had already leaked out. Quickly she ran up the stairs to her room to try and clean up before Carter came home. There wasn't enough time to shower and she prayed he wouldn't be able to smell the sex on her or in the main room. She managed to get changed and had just opened the windows downstairs to air out the smell when the familiar slam of the garage door announced that her stepson had returned.

"Mom, I'm home."