Dominated by Her Stepdaughter, Chapter 30

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.

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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.