House Rules

HOUSE RULES

All characters are 18+ snd this story is a work of fiction.

Chapter 1: My House, My Rules

I married Vanessa knowing full well what she was -- a blonde bombshell with fake tits, a surgically tuned waist, and a deep desire to be owned. Thirty-eight, tan, and high-maintenance in all the ways that made her addicting.

She didn't work. She didn't need to.

I was thirty-five, semi-retired, and obscenely wealthy. I kept her spoiled and fucked, and in return, she stayed pretty and obedient.

There was just one catch.

Her son.

Victorio.

Product of some high school mistake and as dense as they come. Lazy, jobless, and weak. I couldn't stand the sight of him. I tolerated him only because she begged me to. Said he "needed time to get on his feet."

I told her fine -- but it was my house, my rules, and if either of them crossed me, they'd be out.

When he moved in, he brought someone with him.

His fiancée.

Lina.

Petite, with a thin body and a flat stomach. Her breasts were natural C cups, her ass tight and perky. She looked like she spent time at the gym, but wasn't overly muscular -- just toned in all the right places. She walked in wearing a crop top and leggings that left nothing to the imagination. Hair in a messy bun, lips full, skin glowing with that honey-warm Latina tone.

She stepped in slowly, trying to seem confident -- but her eyes darted around the room, and there was a quiet timidity in her posture. Her gaze met mine just long enough to register something unspoken -- curiosity, maybe. Or caution.

I made all three of them sit down that day.

"I'm going to say this once," I told them. "This is my house. I can do what I want, when I want. If that bothers anyone -- you're free to leave."

They all nodded.

Even Lina.

Chapter 2: Open Doors

Vanessa always gets loud when I fuck her -- I'm too big for her to fake anything. But that night, I made sure it was louder than usual.

I poured her one glass of wine. That's all it takes. Got her giggly and flushed, then dragged her into the bedroom.

I left the door open.

Bent her over the foot of the bed. One hand in her hair, the other on her hip, driving into her like she was made for me. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the hallway. Her moans turned into screams.

I didn't hold back.

I wanted them to hear.

The TV in the living room got louder.

So I fucked her harder.

She came undone, loud and shaking, gripping the sheets like her life depended on it.

I pulled out slowly -- her pussy gaping, twitching -- and walked out into the hallway.

Still hard.

Still dripping.

Still naked.

The living room was quiet now, except for the TV. Victorio was slouched like the loser he was. But Lina?

She was alert. Eyes wide. Her gaze dropped -- and stayed -- on my cock: thick, veined, still glistening from Vanessa, heavy and defiant between my legs. She didn't flinch. She just stared -- lips parted, breath caught -- like she'd never seen anything like it before.

She stared.

"Keep the volume down out here," I said casually, standing right in front of her. "Some of us are trying to relax."

She couldn't answer.

Didn't even try.

Good.

Chapter 3: Laundry Rules

I felt the washer vibrating through the walls.

Unapproved use of my appliances.

Unacceptable.

I walked down the hall and opened the laundry room door.

She was bent over the washer -- Lina -- pulling out wet clothes. Tight black shorts. No bra. Tank top clinging to her like second skin. Her ass arched up, round and full, perfect.

"You didn't ask to use this," I said.

She jumped. "I--just a few things--"

I shut the door. Locked it.

"You don't touch anything in my house unless I say so. That includes this washer. That includes this room."

"I'm sorry..."

"No. You're not."

I stepped in close.

"You walked in here like that for a reason. No bra. Half naked. After what you heard last night?"

She swallowed. Said nothing.

"You want to test the rules?" I said. "Then don't cry when I enforce them."

I grabbed her wrists and pinned them to the dryer. My body pressed against hers. She felt every inch of me -- hard, hot, angry.

"You going to stop me?" I asked.

She didn't.

I took her hand and dragged it down. She touched me. Lightly. Then firmer.

"Good girl."

Chapter 4: Kitchen Heat

It was after midnight when she walked into the kitchen.

Lina. Still in the same crop top and those clingy gray sleep shorts. No bra. Her nipples sharp through the cotton.

I was shirtless, sipping bourbon by the counter.

"Couldn't sleep?" I asked.

"Just getting water."

She reached past me. I didn't move.

"You think about what I said earlier?"

She didn't answer.

I cornered her against the island.

"You heard me breaking your mother-in-law in half last night. Then showed up in my laundry room like a little tease."

Her breath hitched.

"I should throw you out," I said. "But I won't."

I leaned in close. Let her feel my cock press against her through my sweatpants.

"Because you want this."

I reached the waistband of her shorts.

"You soaked?"

She whimpered.

Didn't deny it.

I stepped back.

"You know where my room is," I said. "Next time you want something washed... knock."

Chapter 5: Morning Show (Final Cut)

Victorio left early.

I waited until I heard the front door click. Then I grabbed Vanessa.

She was in her robe, loose and smiling, thinking we were having a lazy morning.

I hoisted her onto the breakfast table.

Laid her out flat on her back. Robe wide open. Legs spread.

I slid into her slow and deep.

She moaned, hands gripping the edge of the table, tits bouncing with every thrust.

Then the hallway door opened.

Lina.

She walked in and stopped cold.

Her mouth parted.

She saw everything.

Vanessa -- her future mother-in-law -- flat on her back, bare tits swaying, her pussy stretched around my cock. My hips hammering into her. My abs flexing. Sweat beading down my chest.

She saw the veins on my cock. Saw the way Vanessa whimpered and shook beneath me.

"I'll come back--" she stammered.

"We're almost done," I said coolly, never breaking eye contact.

Her eyes didn't move. She stared. Breath shallow. Body frozen.

I stared back while fucking her mother-in-law-to-be.

"I should make you take notes," I muttered. "This is how a real man handles a woman."

The tension snapped.

I pulled out and stroked once, twice--

And came all over Vanessa's stomach and tits. Thick, hot streams splashing across her skin, dripping into her navel, streaking her chest.

"Mmm... you're such a naughty man," Vanessa purred, attempting to pull her robe closed, cheeks flushed as she tried to cover herself in front of Lina. "I'm sorry, sweetie... he's just wicked."

I didn't look at her.

I looked at Lina.

Still frozen.

Still watching.

"Coffee's fresh," I said, cock still in hand. "Help yourself."

Chapter 6: Lingering Heat

Lina stayed.

She poured coffee. Pretended to stir in sugar.

But her hands shook. Her thighs pressed together.

She didn't say a word.

I leaned against the counter, still naked, still dripping.

"You good?" I asked.

She nodded, but couldn't look at me.

"You liked it."

Still no denial.

I walked behind her -- deliberately brushing against her hip with my cock.

She tensed.

Sipped.

Said nothing.

"You want to tell him what you saw?" I asked.

No answer.

I smiled.

"You will. Or you'll beg me not to."

Chapter 7: Submission

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She stood in the doorway, wearing one of Victorio's button-down shirts and sleep shorts. The shirt hung open just enough to tease the curves beneath. Her nipples poked through the fabric. Legs bare. Hair still messy from bed.

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When I pulled out, she slid down the wall, shaking, soaked.

No one said a word.

I looked at Victorio.

"I think you've had enough time to get on your feet," I said coldly. "Pack your shit. You're done here."

He didn't answer.

I turned to Lina. "You'll stay."

Then to Vanessa, still on the bed. "You can stay or go."

She looked at Lina. Then at me.

"I'll stay," she whispered.

"Good," I said. "Because from now on, the three of us live here. And you both belong to me."

They didn't argue.

Because they knew it was already true.