Before Dick could take another step, the sound of footsteps echoed from the stairs. Rebecca appeared, descending slowly, her eyes red and swollen, a crumpled napkin clutched in her trembling hand. She looked wrecked, the vibrant, confident woman Dick once knew now a shadow of herself. The sight stirred a deep anger in him, though he kept his expression controlled.
Adam, oblivious to the tension building in the room, let his eyes wander over Rebecca's body, a sleazy smirk pulling at his lips. "Damn, your mom's still got it, babe," he drawled, his voice dripping with lust. "Bet she's wild when she loosens up a little, huh?"
Samantha burst out laughing, her voice shrill and harsh. "God, Adam, you're so bad," she giggled, giving him a playful shove, completely missing the shift in the room's atmosphere.
Dick's eyes narrowed, his patience snapping like a brittle thread. He crossed the room in an instant, grabbing Adam by the throat and slamming him against the wall with a sickening thud. Adam gasped, his hands flying to Dick's wrist, trying to pry him off, but Dick's grip was iron.
"You think you can talk like that about her in front of me?" Dick's voice was low, dangerous, his fingers tightening around Adam's neck until his face turned red, eyes bulging with fear. "Maybe no one's taught you respect, but I'll make sure you learn."
Samantha jumped up from the couch, eyes wide, rushing over to them. "Stop! This is my house, what the fuck are you doing! You can't just—"
"Shut the fuck up," Dick growled without sparing her a glance. His eyes were locked on Adam, who was gasping, his face turning red as his legs kicked helplessly beneath him. "You let this piece of shit disrespect your own mother in her own home. And you're laughing? Are you really that stupid?"
Rebecca rushed over, panic etched in her eyes. "Please stop!" she begged, her voice trembling. But it wasn't for Adam—it was for Dick. Samantha and Adam misread it completely, their cocky smiles widening. Adam coughed, stumbling back behind Samantha, wrapping his arm around her waist like some smug victor. "This is my girl's house, bitch," he spat, his voice still hoarse. "Who the fuck are you? Get lost before I call the police."
Dick's eyes flicked over to Rebecca, ignoring the pathetic bravado. "You're okay with this?" he asked, his voice cutting through the room like ice.
Rebecca bit her lip, eyes darting between her daughter and the man she was clearly terrified of. She wanted to punish them, to shake Samantha, to fix everything, but her shoulders sagged under the weight of defeat. What could she do? Her silence was louder than any answer.
Samantha, oblivious to the tension simmering beneath the surface, grinned. "Of course she's okay with it. I own this house as much as she does," she shot back, her tone dripping with entitlement. Adam grinned, his hand sliding up Samantha's skirt, fingers toying with the edge of her underwear.
"Stop," she giggled, her voice playful, not even a hint of protest.
Adam grinned at Dick, cocky and smug. "You really wanna fuck that old hag? She's fine, I'll give you that, but not worth the trouble, man. Just get the fuck out."
Dick didn't say a word. He moved fast—too fast for Adam to react. His fist connected with Adam's face in a clean, brutal punch. The guy dropped like a stone, crumpling to the floor with a cry that echoed through the room. Samantha screamed, eyes wide, but she wasn't going anywhere.
Before she could scramble away, Dick grabbed her arm, yanking her back. "Seems like some punishment is in order," he said coldly, his grip iron. He turned toward Rebecca. "I'll educate her in your stead."
Rebecca looked at Dick, feeling warm in her heart. He punched Adam for her. She felt relief, something heavy lifting from her shoulders. In the last couple of days, she felt so trapped, so weak, but now, with Dick there, she felt light.
Dick dragged both Adam and Samantha into the living room. He found a single couch and tied Adam to it, the boy's pathetic whimpers filling the air as he realized there was no escape. Dick shoved Samantha onto her knees in front of him, her hands scrambling against his grip, but he didn't let go. Her eyes flickered between him and her helpless boyfriend, panic setting in. "Wriggle all you want," he muttered, his voice low. "It's not going to help you."
"Let me go! You can't do this!" Samantha spat, her voice trembling with fear now, the usual confidence nowhere to be found.
Ignoring her, Dick turned to Rebecca, who had followed them in, her face pale and uncertain. "You raised her like this?" he asked, voice low but sharp. "Letting her get away with everything, disrespecting you in your own home?"
Rebecca flinched at the accusation but didn't say a word. Her gaze lingered on her daughter, shame and guilt clouding her expression. "Their father spoiled them."
Samantha's defiance faltered, her kicks growing weaker as exhaustion crept in. "Let me go, you psycho!" she spat, breathless, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and anger.
Dick's hand slid up her back, pressing her down harder against his legs. "It's about time you learned what happens when you act like a brat in your own mother's house," he said, his tone cold. His hand came down hard, smacking across her ass. The slap echoed through the room, and Samantha yelped, her whole body jerking in response.
"Stop!" she screeched, but Dick only responded by delivering another sharp slap to her ass, his grip tightening as she bucked against him.
"Shut up," he ordered, his voice low and final. Another hard slap. Samantha gasped, her body stiffening, the sting of his hand cutting through her defiance. She whimpered, but this time there was no retort, no angry comeback. Just silence and the sound of her ragged breathing.
Adam looked on frantically, his wrists straining against the rope, but it was useless. He was stuck, watching the scene unfold helplessly. His face twisted in panic, blood dripping from his nose. He tried to speak, to shout, but fear of another punch stole his voice.
Rebecca, on the other hand, sat down beside Dick, her eyes glued to her daughter. She didn't stop him. Maybe it was time Samantha learned a lesson in humility—one that her father had been too soft to teach.
Dick's hand moved again, another sharp slap landing across Samantha's ass. Her body jolted, but the fight had drained from her. Each strike seemed to strip away more of her defiance, leaving her quiet, almost compliant.
"Still think you can run this house, Samantha?" Dick's voice was calm, but there was an edge to it, the kind of authority that couldn't be questioned. His hand hovered, waiting for her answer.
Samantha's head hung low, her breathing ragged. She whimpered, but no words came. Her body tensed, but she no longer struggled.
"Answer him," Rebecca said softly from her seat. "You brought this on yourself."
Samantha's lip trembled, her voice barely a whisper. "N-no..."
"No, what?" Dick pressed, his tone icy.
"I-I don't run this house…" Her words came out broken, the fight gone.
Dick slapped harder, his palm connecting with the soft curve of Samantha's ass, leaving a red imprint. Her body jerked forward, her breath coming out in shallow gasps. "Respect your mother," he growled, his voice low. "Speak with a proper tone."
Samantha whimpered. "Y-yes sir…" she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper, her defiance completely shattered.
Dick's eyes flicked toward Rebecca, who sat frozen on the couch, her hands clutching her knees. "Tell me," he said, his voice cutting through the tension in the room. "What sort of things have they done?"
Rebecca hesitated, her eyes shifting between her daughter, slumped in submission, and Adam, still squirming against his bonds, his face pale. "I... they've been disrespectful. They leave messes everywhere, treat this house like garbage," she said quietly.
Dick raised an eyebrow, giving Samantha another sharp slap, making her whimper again. "That all?"
Rebecca's gaze dropped, her fingers tightening around the hem of her dress. "They... they bring people over, throw parties when I'm not home. And the noise... it's constant." Her voice trembled slightly, and for a moment, she seemed on the verge of tears. "They have sex in the living room, in my bed..."
Samantha flinched, her head hanging lower as shame colored her face. Adam cursed under his breath, but a sharp look from Dick silenced him.
"And?" Dick pressed, his tone unwavering, pushing Rebecca to continue.
She hesitated, her lips trembling as she looked anywhere but at her daughter. Then, in a voice so quiet it was almost a whisper, she said, "Adam... he's touched me. A few times. When I asked him to stop, he just laughed. Said it was a joke."
Dick's jaw tightened, his eyes darkening as the air in the room grew even heavier. He glanced at Adam, the boy now visibly shaking, his bravado completely drained.
Dick didn't say a word. Instead, he yanked Samantha up by her hair, pulling her to her feet. She gasped, but didn't resist, her body limp in his grip. He shoved her toward her mother, forcing her to face Rebecca directly.
"You let this happen," Dick spat, his voice laced with contempt. "Your own mother, in her own house."
Samantha's lip trembled, eyes welling up with unshed tears. "It's not serious," she stammered, her voice shaking. "Adam has no real interest in someone like her—"
"Someone like her?" Dick interrupted, his tone sharp. He stepped closer, towering over Samantha, his presence suffocating. "You mean your mother?"
Samantha froze, her mouth hanging open. She couldn't find an answer. The arrogance she'd worn so easily before had vanished, replaced with a look of pure fear.
"Look at her," Dick demanded, his voice low but seething. He grabbed Samantha by the chin, forcing her to face Rebecca, who sat silently on the couch, tears shimmering in her eyes. "Tell her what you just said."
Samantha's breath hitched, her body trembling under the weight of his grip. She couldn't speak, couldn't bring herself to meet her mother's gaze. Her lip quivered, her eyes flicking to the floor.
"I said tell her," Dick growled, his patience wearing thin. He pushed her forward, and she stumbled, catching herself on the coffee table, barely managing to stay upright. "Say it."
Samantha's voice came out as a broken whisper. "I... I didn't mean it..."
"You didn't mean it?" Dick barked, his voice echoing through the room. "You stood by while this piece of shit disrespected her, and now you don't mean it?"
Rebecca flinched, her hands trembling in her lap, but she didn't speak. She didn't stop him either.
Samantha shook her head frantically, her breath coming out in ragged gasps. "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry, Mom..."
"Sorry isn't enough," Dick muttered, his grip tightening on Samantha's arm. "You don't get to play the victim here. You brought this on yourself."
She trembled as Dick pulled her onto his lap, his fingers massaging the tender flesh of her ass, lingering on the spots that had already turned red from his earlier slaps. Samantha whimpered, her body betraying her, each slight movement sending another wave of something hot and shameful coursing through her. Her breath hitched, a sharp intake she couldn't hide.
Dick leaned close, his breath warm against her ear. "You're twisted, aren't you?" he muttered, his voice filled with cold amusement. "Fucking in front of your mother, in her bed. Letting that scum disrespect her, trash her house, and you—" His grip tightened on her ass, fingers digging into her skin. "You let him. Didn't even care."
Samantha shivered, unable to meet his gaze, her eyes darting toward the floor, filled with guilt and something darker. She couldn't deny it. The truth had been laid bare.
"You bring vermin into a house your mother keeps spotless, one she won't even let the servants touch. And for what?" His voice dripped with disgust. "To satisfy that filthy itch between your legs?"
Her breathing grew more ragged, but she still didn't speak, biting her lip hard enough to draw blood, as if the pain could distract her from the shame welling up inside. But there was no hiding from this. From him.
Dick's hand slipped between her legs, fingers brushing the damp fabric of her panties. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" he whispered, his lips brushing against her neck. "Trying to stifle those moans..."
Samantha jolted in his lap, a soft, involuntary whimper escaping her throat. Her cheeks flushed deep red, the betrayal of her body stark against her attempts to maintain even a shred of dignity. But Dick wasn't letting her off that easy.
"Look at her," Dick commanded, voice low and threatening, nodding toward Rebecca, who sat frozen on the couch, her hands trembling slightly in her lap.