Ellie needs to be shown her place, but you don’t have much time.

You feel satisfied that you’ve kept Tracey out of a psych ward. You’d like to wake her up and celebrate. But you need to get back home before your mom and Abbie wake up and find you gone.

There is still the matter of Ellie. According to the website, she needs physical contact within the first 24 hours of the spell being cast. It will have to be quick, but you’re going to give her some contact.

You stand up step closer to her. She looks up at you expectantly as you comb your fingers back through her silky blonde hair. Then you grip it tightly. Her eyes go wide. “Keep quiet,” you hiss. “I don’t want to wake up Tracey.” You tug her head back, bend over, and kiss her hard. Your tongue invades her mouth, claiming it. You pull back from the kiss and grin down at her. “Take me to your bedroom,” you order her.

Ellie gets up and starts leading you up the stairs. “You’re my daughter’s boyfriend. Her… master.” She says in a hushed tone. “We shouldn’t… do… this.” She shakes her head, but she keeps walking towards her bedroom.

You walk into the room behind her and close the door. “I thought it would be clear at this point that you don’t get to say what we should do, or what we will do.” you say quietly. “Do you understand?”

The blonde woman looks down at the floor, gives a quick nod, and says in a small voice “Yes… Sir.”

You nod approvingly as you chuckle. You trace a fingertip along her jawline. “Get naked and get down on all fours. I’m going to fuck you like a dirty little bitch in heat.”

“Yes Sir.” Ellie’s breaths are short and ragged as she rushes to unbutton her pajama shirt. She drops it, then pushes down the pants. She kicks them away and drops down to her hands and knees. You stroke your hand down her bare back.

You move behind her and unzip your fly. You drop your jeans and move down to your knees behind her. You grip your shaft and guide the head of your cock to her slit. It feels warm and wet as you push inside. She lets out a high-pitched grunt. You lean over her and hiss in her ear. “Don’t make a sound. You’re meat for me to fuck, and meat keeps quiet.” Her head drops down.

You grip a fistful of her soft hair and yank back, pulling her onto your cock. You drive your hips forward, over and over, with long, deep, hard, deliberate, punishing thrusts. You can hear stifled grunts coming from her nose, as she struggles to keep quiet.

It doesn’t take long before you feel like you’re about to explode. You pull out just in time to shoot ropes of white jism onto the small of her back and her ass cheeks.

“I’ll be back for more after school. You’re going to be my **** too, Ellie.” You give her ass a playful swat and she bites down on a yelp. “Oh,” you laugh quietly. “You can talk again, but keep your voice down.”

“That was amazing,” she whispers. “This is so wrong, but I can’t say no to you.”

“That’s good to hear,” you tell her as you zip up. “When Tracey wakes up, tell her that everything is OK. You won’t be committing her. Say you understand her desire for an unconventional relationship, and you’ll support her, just like you supported her when she came out as gay. Did you get all that?”

Ellie nods. “I understand, Sir. You don’t want me to tell her… about us?” she asks hesitantly.

“I’ll handle that when I talk to her later.” You reply.