Chapter 7
We finally made it downstairs a little later than usual. Amelia was still wearing nothing but my shirt, her hair messy and her thighs faintly marked from my grip. She moved around the kitchen with that same soft, happy energy, making breakfast and brewing another pot of chamomile tea.
Katherine was already at the table, looking exhausted and on edge. When Amelia set a fresh cup of tea in front of her with a gentle “Here you go, Mom,” Katherine stared at it for a long moment before pushing it away.
“I’m not drinking that,” she said, her voice sharp.
Amelia blinked, looking genuinely confused. “But it’s your favorite. I’ve made it for you every morning for two years.”
“Exactly.” Katherine’s eyes narrowed, flicking between Amelia and me. “Two years of trying to get pregnant. Two years of this same damn tea every single day. And now suddenly you’re so eager to serve it to me while you’re walking around with my husband’s cum still inside you?”
The accusation hung heavy in the air. Amelia froze mid-step, holding a plate of scrambled eggs.
Katherine stood up, her chair scraping loudly. “Did you put something in it? Some herb, some supplement — something to make sure I couldn’t get pregnant? So you could have him all to yourself when the clause kicked in?”
Amelia’s eyes widened. “Mom… no. I would never—”
“Wouldn’t you?” Katherine’s voice cracked with raw jealousy as she looked at her daughter — glowing, marked, wearing my shirt like a claim.
“Look at you. Playing house. Cooking for him. Making my tea like the perfect little stepdaughter. And now you’re carrying the baby I couldn’t give him. It’s too convenient.”
I stood up slowly and moved behind Amelia, wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her back against my chest. My hand rested low on her belly — a deliberate, possessive gesture.
“Careful, Katherine,” I said calmly. “You signed the contract. You failed to deliver. Amelia didn’t do anything except be young, fertile, and willing to fulfill the terms you agreed to.”
Amelia leaned back into me, her body trembling slightly but her voice steady. “I just wanted to take care of you, Mom. The way I always have.”
Katherine’s eyes filled with angry tears as she took in the sight of us — Amelia in my arms, my hands on her like she already belonged to me completely. The domestic picture was too much.
“I need some air,” she muttered, turning and walking out of the kitchen.
Amelia turned in my arms and buried her face in my chest. “I really was just trying to be nice…” she whispered.
I stroked her hair and kissed the top of her head. “I know, baby. But it doesn’t matter anymore. You’re mine now. Let her be jealous.”
I kept my arms around Amelia for a long moment after Katherine stormed out. The accusation hung in the air like smoke. I finally pulled back just enough to look down at her face.
“Amelia,” I said carefully, tilting her chin up so she had to meet my eyes. “Is there any truth to what your mother just said? About the tea?”
She bit her lip, those big Bambi eyes going wide and glossy. For a second she looked like she might deny it. Then her shoulders sagged a little and she gave me the softest, most guilty pout.
“I… I knew about the clause,” she whispered. “I overheard you and Mom talking about it almost two years ago. And yes… I put something in her tea. Every day. Just a mild herbal suppressant I researched. Nothing dangerous. Just enough to make it harder for her to conceive.”
My stomach should have dropped. I should have been furious — shocked, at least. Instead, a dark, primal heat flooded through me. My cock hardened instantly against her.
“You sabotaged your own mother… so you could have me?” I asked, voice low and rough.
She nodded, cheeks flushing deep pink, still giving me that innocent-yet-not-innocent look. “I wanted you. I’ve wanted you for so long. I knew I was younger. More fertile. Better for you. So I made sure she couldn’t give you what I could.”
The confession should have upset me. Instead, it made me burn.
I spun her around and bent her over the kitchen table, shoving the dishes out of the way. The shirt rode up, exposing her bare ass. I brought my hand down hard on one cheek — a sharp smack that made her yelp.
“You manipulative little brat,” I growled, spanking the other cheek just as hard. Her ass jiggled beautifully with each strike. “You’ve been cock-blocking your own mother for two years just so you could be my breeder?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she moaned, pushing her ass back for more. “I’m sorry… but I’m not sorry.”
I spanked her again, harder, watching her skin turn pink. Then I kicked her legs wider, lined up my throbbing cock, and slammed into her soaked pussy in one brutal thrust. The table creaked under us as I fucked her hard from behind, one hand fisted in her hair, the other gripping her hip.
“Such a devious, jealous little slut,” I snarled, pounding into her. “You wanted this cock so bad you poisoned your mother’s chances. Now you’re going to take every drop I give you.”
Amelia cried out in pleasure, pushing back to meet every thrust. “Yes! I wanted you to breed me. Please, Daddy — fill me up again. I earned it.”
I spanked her one final time as I buried myself deep and came hard, flooding her with another thick load while she shuddered through her own orgasm.
When I finally pulled out, I kept her bent over the table, watching my cum drip down her thighs. I rubbed it back into her skin possessively.
“You’re mine now,” I said, voice dark with satisfaction. “And I think I like how ruthless you are.”