Yeah just some stretching...

The Home Workout – Breaking Point

Back in the apartment, Rebecca rolled her shoulders, stretching her arms overhead, her sports bra riding up to expose a sliver of toned stomach.

"Help me with my squats?" she asked, her voice too innocent.

Stefano’s jaw clenched.

She’s testing me.

Or was it the ring’s influence? Had his hypnosis warped her, made her crave his attention without understanding why?

He stepped behind her, his hands settling on her hips as she lowered into a squat.

Fuck

Her ass pressed against his groin, the heat of her searing through his sweatpants.

Rebecca moaned—soft, accidental—as she rose, her back arching, her body grinding against him.

Stefano’s grip tightened.

"Rebecca."

A warning.

A lie.

She turned her head, her lips inches from his.

"Did I do it right, daddy?"

Fuck.

His control shattered.

The Corruption – A Daughter’s Submission

Stefano spun her around, his hands digging into her waist, his body pinning her against the living room wall.

Rebecca gasped, her emerald eyes wide, her pulse racing—but she didn’t fight.

You want this

The words slithered into her mind, coaxing, corrupting.

Rebecca’s breath hitched.

You need daddy's cock

Her thighs trembled.

Say it

A whimper. Then—

"D-dad… I want it."

Stefano crushed his lips to hers, his tongue claiming her mouth, his hips grinding against her core.

Rebecca melted, her fingers tangling in his hair, her body arching into his touch.

His hands roamed—up her stomach, under her sports bra, groping her small but perfect breasts, her nipples pebbling against his palms.

"Mine," he growled against her lips.

Rebecca nodded, her mind fogged, her will broken.

Stefano yanked her shorts down, his fingers dipping between the young redhead vixen's thighs, finding her soaked.

Damn.

She was dripping.

His cock throbbed, straining against his sweatpants, **** to claim her.

But—

A sound. The alarm clock rang... Rebecca would be late for school. And Arianna, Stefano's haughty bitch boss would give him an earful. No, not anymore... He could turn things around at work, Stefano's life trajectory was his own to choose again.

However for now they still had to comply.

Reality.

A leash he would soon take control of.

Stefano growled, pulling back.

Rebecca whimpered, her luscious red lips swollen, the pale redhead's body aching.

"Tonight," he promised, his voice dark, Osiris fallen divinity harnessed in every syllable.

We’ll finish what you started.