A homely breakfast for her dear husband, like a good maid

Shared Waters – A Family’s Twisted Morning Ritual

SThe Kitchen War – Jessica’s Fractured Will

The scent of sizzling bacon filled the apartment, rich and greasy, curling through the air like an unspoken command. Jessica stood at the stove, her red hair tied back in a loose ponytail, her lithe hands moving with mechanical precision as she flipped pancakes.

Why was she doing this?

She hadn’t cooked for Stefano in years. Not since her affairs started. Not since she’d realized how pathetic he was—how weak.

But this morning…

This morning, she’d woken with an ache between her thighs, a hunger in her belly, and an urge to serve.

Her fingers tightened around the spatula.

No.

She wasn’t some submissive housewife. She was Jessica, a multi-millionaire realtor—wild, untamed, free.

She turned off the burner, her jaw set.

Fuck this.

She was leaving.

The Hypnotic Pull – A Wife’s Unseen Chains

Jessica grabbed her purse, her keys, her phone—

—and then she heard it.

Laughter.

Soft, girlish, sinful.

Rebecca’s.

Coming from the bathroom.

Her feet moved before she could stop them, carrying her down the hall, toward the sound of running water, of moans muffled by steam.

She shouldn’t look.

She knew she shouldn’t look.

But her hand was already on the doorknob.

Her fingers twisted.

The door creaked open.

The Shared Shower – A Father’s Forbidden Lesson

Steam billowed out, thick and heavy, carrying the scent of soap and something darker, muskier.

Jessica’s breath caught.

There, in the cramped shower stall, stood Stefano—his body glistening, his muscles taut under the spray—and Rebecca, her back pressed against his chest, his hands roaming over her wet skin.

"D-Dad—" Rebecca gasped, her head tilting back against his shoulder as Stefano’s fingers dipped between her thighs.

"Shhh," Stefano murmured, his lips brushing her ear. "Just relax. Let me clean you."

His fingers circled her clit, rubbing slow, deliberate strokes that made Rebecca’s knees buckle.

Jessica’s mouth went dry.

"O-ohmygod."

She should stop this.

She should scream.

But her body burned.

Her nipples peaked.

And between her legs—

—dripping.

The Breakfast Compulsion – A ****’s Silent Surrender

Jessica stumbled back, the redhead milf's pulse hammering, her mind reeling.

This was wrong.

This was so wrong.

But as she turned, her gaze landed on the stove.

On the half-cooked breakfast.

On the bacon—burning now, curling black at the edges.

No.

Stefano liked his bacon crispy.

She had to fix it.

Her feet carried her back to the stove, the cheating wife's hands moving on their own, her mind fogging as the Osiris ring’s hypnotic power pulsed through the apartment.

"Good girl," Stefano’s voice echoed in her skull. "Make me breakfast, Jessica. Serve me."

The once haughty realtor's hips rolled instinctively, her cunt clenching around nothing as she obeyed.

The Throat Training – A Daughter’s Devotion

In the shower, Stefano gripped Rebecca’s hips, spinning her to face him, his cock slapping against her stomach—thick, veined, glistening under the water.

"Open," he commanded.

Rebecca whimpered, her lips parting, her eyes glazed with submission.

Stefano fed her his length, inch by inch, his fingers tangling in her hair as he guided her down.

"That’s it," he growled, his hips rolling, the incubus' cock thrusting into her throat. "Take it all, princess."

Rebecca gagged, her throat fluttering, the young woman's nails digging into his thighs as she struggled to breathe.

But Stefano didn’t stop.

He fucked her face, his pace brutal, his grip merciless, his golden eyes glowing with dominance.

"You’re mine," he snarled, his cock pulsing as her throat milked him. "Say it."

Rebecca moaned around him, her body shaking, her mind breaking as pleasure erupted through her.

"Y-Yours…"

Stefano roared, his seed boiling into her stomach, filling his daughter, claiming her.

The Family Breakfast – A Master’s Reward

Dripping and sated, Stefano stepped out of the shower, Rebecca wobbling behind him, her lips swollen, the young vixen's throat sore.

Jessica stood at the table, her hands clutching a plate of perfectly cooked bacon, her green eyes glazed, her voluptuous body thrumming with unspoken need.

Stefano smirked.

"Good morning, wife," he purred, his fingers trailing down her spine. "You finally learned your place."

Jessica shivered, her resistance crumbling as the ring’s power sealed her fate.

The hunt wasn’t over.

It had only just begun.

Jessica’s submission deepens...