Dinner was silent, except for the clinking of silverware and occasional crunch of food. Salad, broccoli, and lasagna. At least her stepfather knew how to cook? Jericho finished up after Sam, and she gathered up their plates to bring to the kitchen. She rinsed the plates in the sink before settling them into the dishwasher. She bristled as he came up behind her, whispering in her ear. "Clean up, then meet me downstairs. I'm not finished with you yet."
She swallowed hard, not knowing what was to come. In all honesty, she was a little scared of the future. Her stepfather had spoken in a tone she had only heard a few times before, and she wasn't looking forward to what he had in store. Was fucking her ass not enough? Jericho inhaled sharply, standing up straight as the hair on the back of her neck stood up.
Fuck.
What was going on?
She didn't know, and she didn't care to find out. But if she left, she'd lose her keys for the foreseeable future. Hmm... dilemma dilemma, it wasn't fair. But did it have to be fair? No. No it did not.
But she had a choice to make. Head downstairs and keep her privileges, or disobey and risk losing it all.
She went downstairs.
Waited in the guest bedroom for him to get out of the shower. He had already cum twice tonight, but with the help of a little blue pill, he was gonna be ready for round three. Yeehaw.
Whatever.
Jericho let out a breath as she pulled off her pants and thong, laying down on the bed and grabbing the wand that was still lying on the mattress. She didn't know what was coming, but at least she could be prepared, right?
Right.
She allowed herself to enter the floaty realm of unfeeling, moaning as she rubbed the wand around her clit. She hummed, eyes closed as she arched her back into the sensations. It was almost too much.
Almost.
But not quite. Letting out a groan, she opened her eyes just before the riding crop came down on her thighs and she yelped. "What the fUCK?!" She yelled at Sam, not knowing what he was doing. He grinned wickedly, walking up to her and catching her throat in his hand. What the fuck? She couldn't breathe. She couldn't breathe and it was all too much and not enough all at the same time. She couldn't do this, couldn't see what happened next in a story she didn't know she was writing. It wasn't fair. Wasn't' fair and it wasn't okay; what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck. "You will do as you're told, and that's that. Is that understood?"
Jericho nodded, unable to speak with his hand around her throat. Her face was going red when he let go. "Say it."