Dick watched the scene unfold. He could see the emotions playing across Samantha's face—confusion, anger, betrayal. She glanced at Dick, then back to her mother, clearly struggling to process the truth.
"He got bored of us, and now he's gone," Rebecca continued, her tone bitter. "All those nights I thought he was working late... He was with them. And what did I get for staying loyal?" She laughed bitterly, her gaze hardening. "Nothing. I lost myself in the process."
Samantha's fists clenched, the anger finally boiling over. "Why didn't you tell me? Why did you let me think—"
"Because I was scared," Rebecca said, cutting her off, her voice cracking under the weight of her admission. "I didn't want to face the truth myself. I thought... I thought if I just kept pretending, it wouldn't hurt as much. But it does. Every day."
There was a moment of silence as the weight of Rebecca's confession settled into the room. Samantha's face flushed with anger, her hands trembling as she processed the betrayal. She finally looked up, her gaze landing squarely on Dick.
"Are you fucking my mother?" she asked, her voice sharp, eyes searching for any hesitation in his response.
Dick didn't flinch. He nodded, casually. "We made love once. Many more will follow." He pulled Rebecca closer, pressing her against him, making sure Samantha saw exactly where things stood. He smirked as he rubbed her against his crotch. "Want me to prove it?"
Samantha bit her lip, her fists balling at her sides. "And you fucked me in front of her?"
Dick grinned, his lips curling into a dark, mocking smile. "It was a punishment. Don't overestimate yourself." His voice was low, cold. Samantha stood there, frozen, as his words sliced into her. Punishment? Her body still tingled with the aftershocks of their earlier encounter, and the idea that it was just punishment—it shook her. Her knees buckled, and she crumbled to the floor, the weight of the truth hitting her harder than anything else could.
"That's right," he added, his tone indifferent as he watched her collapse. "You thought it was special? Don't kid yourself."
Samantha's breath hitched, her chest rising and falling with each strained gasp. It was the best feeling she'd ever had, something primal she couldn't control, and now the realization that it was a one-off, something she couldn't have again, was like a punch to the gut.
As she knelt there, trembling, Rebecca shifted slightly on Dick's lap, her eyes flicking between her daughter and the man who had taken control of everything. Her lips parted, but no words came out. She didn't know what to say, and even if she did, there was no undoing what had already happened.
Samantha's fingers twitched as she stared at the floor. Her eyes filled with desperation, and her breathing came out in ragged bursts. The weight of what Dick had said crushed her, hollowing out any pride she had left. Slowly, she crawled to his feet, her knees scraping against the hardwood as she knelt, hands trembling on his boots.
"I-it can't be," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "Please, Dick, no… Master, please don't abandon me." Her voice cracked, filled with a blend of fear and pleading that clawed at her chest.
Dick looked down at Samantha, his bare foot pressing against her face, feeling her skin warm under his heel. Her tongue darted out without hesitation, starting to lick him clean, desperation mixed with submission evident in every movement. The weight of what had just happened left her shaking, her hands trembling as they braced against the floor. She kept licking, her breath ragged, her eyes avoiding his as she struggled to keep herself together.
Dick pulled Samantha's hair, jerking her head upward, forcing her tear-streaked face to meet his cold gaze. "Look at me," he demanded, his voice low and controlled, but every word cut deep. "Know your place."
Samantha whimpered, her knees still trembling beneath her, her hands gripping his calves for stability. She stared up at him, wide-eyed and desperate, her breath hitching. "I... I know," she stammered, her voice barely audible, as if admitting it drained what little fight she had left.
Dick leaned in closer, his grip tightening on her hair. "Your place is right here," he growled, his breath hot against her skin. "Under my feet. Nothing more."
She trembled as the shame seeped in, her cheeks burning, her heart racing. Every fiber of her being screamed for her to resist, to fight back, but her body betrayed her. She couldn't deny what he was to her, what he had reduced her to.
"Say it," Dick ordered, his grip unrelenting. "Say what you are."
Samantha's throat tightened, the words sticking in her throat. Her lips quivered, and she swallowed hard before forcing the words out. "I'm... I'm your slave. Under you."
A smirk tugged at the corner of Dick's mouth. "Good girl," he muttered darkly. His hand slid from her hair to the back of her neck, fingers pressing against her skin as he shoved her face down to the floor. "Now beg me for your next chance."
Samantha gasped, her cheek pressed against the cold hardwood, her hands clutching at his leg. "Please... please give me another chance," she pleaded, her voice muffled but desperate. She could feel the heat of his eyes on her, like a weight pressing her further into submission. "I'll be good, I promise. Please, Master..."
Dick chuckled darkly, his foot hovering just above Samantha's head, barely grazing her hair. "I might consider rewarding you," he murmured, a twisted grin pulling at his lips, "but that depends on my mood—and your mother's happiness."
Samantha whimpered beneath him, still licking his feet, her body shaking as the shame deepened. Rebecca, who was still straddling him, lust burning in her eyes. The way Dick commanded everything, how effortlessly he broke Samantha down, only made her hunger grow. She couldn't stop herself—her hips pressed against him, grinding as she let out a soft moan.
Hearing her mother's moan, Samantha's stomach churned with envy. Her mother's flushed skin, the way she fit so perfectly on his lap—it was unbearable. Samantha licked her dry lips, struggling to tear her eyes away from them. 'How could she want what's mine?' The thought hit her harder than Dick's earlier words had. Her fingers gripped the edge of the couch.
But Dick didn't seem to care. His focus was solely on Rebecca, his hand moving possessively over her waist, sliding down her hip with that same lazy control that made Samantha's heart race. She bit down hard on her lip, the taste of blood filling her mouth as she watched, every inch of her body on fire with something twisted—jealousy, shame, need.
She wanted to hate Rebecca, to scream at her, "How could you?", but the words died in her throat, replaced by the raw desire to feel him again. She's the one who's stealing from me, Samantha thought, a bitter resentment festering inside her. It should be me.
Without thinking, she crawled closer, her movements slow and hesitant, like an animal inching closer to its prey. Her knees scraped against the hardwood but the desperation inside her was louder than her shame. 'I need him.' She was close now, close enough to feel the heat radiating from their bodies, and her heart pounded in her chest.
Rebecca noticed first. She shifted slightly, her gaze flickering down to meet her daughter's eyes, but there was no warmth, no apology in her stare. Just a silent acknowledgment of the twisted dynamic they'd found themselves in. Samantha's breath hitched, her fingers trembling as she reached up, brushing against Dick's ankle.
Dick's grip on Rebecca's waist tightened, but he didn't stop her. Instead, his gaze fell lazily on Samantha, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Crawling already?" he muttered, his voice dripping with amusement. "Didn't think I'd have you back so soon."
The words cut deep, but Samantha didn't flinch. She swallowed hard, her throat dry, her eyes flicking between her mother and Dick. "Please…" The word left her lips before she could stop it, her voice hoarse, barely a whisper.
Rebecca's eyes narrowed, but Dick just chuckled. He leaned back, his fingers sliding lazily through Rebecca's hair as he looked down at Samantha. "What do you think, Rebecca?" he asked, his tone mockingly gentle. "Should I give her another chance?"
Rebecca hesitated, her lips parting as if to protest, but then she caught the look in Dick's eyes. It wasn't a request. It was a command, thinly veiled as a question. She nodded, her throat tightening as she forced the words out. "Let her… beg."
Samantha's heart skipped a beat. The shame that had been clawing at her just moments ago was now buried under an overwhelming wave of need. She crawled closer, her hands trembling as they slid up Dick's thighs. "I'll be good," she whispered, her voice breaking. "I'll do whatever you want. Just... please."
Dick's smirk widened. He pulled Rebecca down, pressing his lips against her neck, a low chuckle escaping him as Samantha watched. He didn't respond to her plea, but his hand moved down, grabbing a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back.
"Show me," he said simply, his voice dark, eyes gleaming with a cruel amusement.
Samantha whimpered, the pain from his grip sending a fresh jolt of desire through her. Without hesitation, she leaned forward, pressing her lips to his foot, her tongue darting out to lick along the skin. Her humiliation was complete, but she didn't care. 'As long as he sees me. As long as he wants me.'
Dick looked down at Samantha, her trembling body still kneeling before him. His gaze was hard, mocking, as he pulled Rebecca's legs into his lap, slowly slipping her shoes off. He could feel Samantha's eyes on him, desperate for any sign of forgiveness, any small gesture that she could cling to.
"You want my attention?" he murmured, his voice dripping with disdain. "Then make your mother happy first. Show me you understand your place."
Samantha's breath hitched as her mother's foot was placed in front of her. Her hands shook, her pride cracking even further. The shame was unbearable, but she couldn't stop herself. Not now. She leaned in, lips trembling, before finally pressing them to her mother's foot, trailing soft, uncertain kisses up the arch, her tongue darting out to taste the skin.
Rebecca's eyes fluttered shut, a soft moan escaping her lips as Samantha's tongue worked, tracing each line and curve. Dick's hand tightened on her thigh, guiding her closer to him as she squirmed in his lap, her own pleasure mixing with the power of the moment. She bit her lip, letting out a shaky breath as Samantha's lips moved higher.
"Good girl," Dick muttered, watching Samantha struggle with her humiliation. "Now, don't stop until she's moaning for me."
Samantha's body trembled, her face flushed with embarrassment as her mother's soft moans filled the room. She wanted to crawl away, hide from the shame burning through her, but the desperate need for Dick's approval kept her moving.
"You like that, huh?" he whispered into her ear, his voice thick with amusement. "Having your daughter at your feet, begging for forgiveness?"
Rebecca's body shuddered, her breath catching in her throat. She nodded, barely able to speak through the haze of lust clouding her mind. "Yes," she gasped, her voice trembling. "I... I love it."
Dick chuckled darkly, his hand tightening in her hair as he kissed along her neck, teeth grazing her skin. "Good," he murmured. "Then let's make her beg for more."
Samantha's heart raced, her cheeks flushed with shame as her mother's hands tugged at her hair, urging her to continue. She closed her eyes, trying to block out the humiliation as her lips trailed higher, her tongue gliding over Rebecca's inner thigh, her hands shaking with the effort.
"Come on, Sam," Rebecca moaned, her voice low and thick with need. "Don't stop now… don't make me wait."