Chapter 4
After the shower, I gave Amelia one of my button-down shirts and nothing else.
It hung off her like a short dress, the hem barely covering the curve of her ass, and every time she moved I caught glimpses of her bare pussy and the faint bruises my fingers had left on her hips.
She looked thoroughly fucked and completely content.
Down in the kitchen, Amelia moved around like she belonged there — which she did now.
She started pulling out eggs, bacon, and fresh fruit, humming softly to herself.
I sat at the island with a cup of coffee, watching her.
The shirt rode up as she reached for things, giving me teasing flashes that kept my cock half-interested even after the shower.
Katherine came downstairs a few minutes later, dressed in her usual robe. She froze in the doorway when she saw us.
Amelia turned with a sweet, almost shy smile. “Good morning, Mom. I’m making breakfast. Eggs and bacon okay? And I put the kettle on for your tea — the chamomile with a little honey, just how you like it.”
The domestic normalcy of it hit hard. Amelia, fresh from being bred multiple times, wearing my shirt and cooking breakfast like a happy little wife.
Katherine’s eyes flicked over her daughter — the messy hair, the love bites on her neck, the way the shirt clung to her still-sensitive tits — and her face tightened with unmistakable jealousy.
“That’s… thoughtful,” Katherine said tightly, sitting down across from me. She couldn’t stop staring at the way Amelia moved, so comfortable in my space.
I reached out and pulled Amelia against me as she passed, sliding my hand under the hem of the shirt to cup her bare ass. She giggled and leaned into the touch, pressing a quick kiss to my jaw before going back to the stove.
Katherine’s grip tightened on her mug when Amelia set a perfectly steeped cup of tea in front of her. “Thank you, sweetheart,” she managed, but her voice was strained.
Amelia leaned against the counter, the shirt riding dangerously high on her thighs. “Of course. I know how much you love your morning tea.” She glanced at me with that soft, submissive look. “Daddy, how do you want your eggs?”
The word Daddy dropped casually in front of her mother. Katherine flinched visibly. I smirked and answered, “Scrambled is fine, baby.”
The rest of breakfast was thick with tension.
Amelia served us both, then sat on my lap instead of taking her own chair, my hand resting high on her thigh under the shirt.
She ate a few bites while I fed her a piece of bacon, the domestic intimacy effortless and intimate.
Katherine watched every second — the way Amelia melted against me, the way I touched her freely, the easy rhythm we’d already fallen into.
“You two look… comfortable,” Katherine finally said, her voice sharp with envy. Her untouched tea sat in front of her.
Amelia just smiled innocently and nuzzled closer to me. “It feels right,” she said softly. “Doesn’t it, Daddy?”
I squeezed her ass under the shirt and kissed her temple. “It does.”
Katherine stood up abruptly, leaving her plate mostly untouched. “I think I lost my appetite,” she muttered, eyes glistening as she looked at her daughter wearing my shirt and sitting in my lap like she already belonged there.
She left the kitchen without another word.
Amelia turned in my lap to face me fully, the shirt falling open enough to show her tits. “She’ll get used to it eventually… right?”
I slid my hand between her legs, finding her wet again. “Doesn’t matter if she does,” I growled. “You’re mine now.”
Breakfast ended with Katherine pushing her chair back and leaving the kitchen without finishing her tea. The second she was gone, Amelia turned in my lap and kissed me hard, her body already squirming against me.
“I got so wet watching you touch me in front of her,” she whispered against my lips, voice breathless. “The way she looked at us… like she knows I belong to you now.”
I slipped my hand under the shirt and found her dripping. “You like being claimed in front of your mother, don’t you?”
She nodded, cheeks flushed. “It makes me want more. Breed me again, Daddy. Right here.”
I didn’t need more convincing. I lifted her onto the kitchen island, shoved the dishes aside, and pushed the shirt up to her waist. Her legs spread eagerly. I freed my cock and thrust into her in one smooth motion, both of us groaning at how easily I slid into her cum-slick pussy.
I fucked her right there on the counter — deep, possessive strokes while I squeezed her tits through the open shirt and told her how good she was going to look pregnant.
Amelia clung to me, moaning “breed me” and “I’m yours” like a prayer.
I came hard inside her again, flooding her while she clenched around me.
We stayed connected for a minute, panting. Then Amelia smiled up at me with that sweet, wicked look. “Can we move my things into the master bedroom today? I want to sleep in your bed every night from now on. I don’t want to go back to my old room.”
The idea sent a fresh surge of possessiveness through me. “Yeah, baby. Let’s do that.”
We cleaned up quickly and headed upstairs. Amelia changed into a tiny pair of shorts and one of my t-shirts (still no bra or panties) and we started carrying her things down the hall. Boxes of clothes, her laptop, toiletries, the little stuffed bear she still kept on her bed.
Katherine appeared in the hallway halfway through the second trip, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed. Her eyes tracked every move — Amelia happily carrying an armful of her clothes into our bedroom, me following with a box of her books.
“You’re really doing this,” Katherine said quietly, voice thick with jealousy. “Moving her into your room like she’s your wife.”
Amelia paused in the doorway, looking back at her mother with soft eyes. “It feels right, Mom. The contract… and how good it feels with him. I want to be where I belong.”
She disappeared into the master bedroom to unpack. I set the box down and turned to Katherine. “You signed the papers. This is what it looks like.”
Katherine’s gaze dropped to the floor for a second before she looked up again, hurt and envious all at once. “She’s glowing already.”
From inside the bedroom, Amelia called out sweetly, “Daddy, can you help me with the top shelf?”
I left Katherine standing there and went to my new roommate — my stepdaughter, my breeder, now officially sharing my bed.