Dominated by Her Stepdaughter Ch. 10

Annabel went to bed early and woke up early, feeling refreshed and energetic. Before going downstairs she went to Carla's room and peeked in through the door, which was cracked open. Carla was sleeping on her side with her back to the door, breathing audibly. In her sleep she did not seem like the same powerful person; she looked vulnerable, innocent even.

After having breakfast Annabel went to the gym, the bank, the post office, the grocery store, and the farmers market. When she got back home she put everything away and, just out of curiosity, went upstairs and looked into Carla's room again. Carla had rolled onto her other side and now had a sleep mask on. A sheet covered her lower half but her breasts were in full view. Annabel bit her lip. She remembered what those nipples felt like in her mouth, and she could hardly wait to taste them again.

Back downstairs, she got her book and set up in the corner of the kitchen where she liked to read. It was midafternoon before Carla appeared in her robe, looking bleary-eyed and rumpled. Annabel offered to make some breakfast but Carla waved her off, saying she only wanted a cup of coffee.

Sitting down at the kitchen table, Carla shaded her eyes from the bright sunlight as she sipped her coffee. "I may have gone a little overboard last night," she said. "Whiskey is not always my friend."

"You didn't drive, did you?" asked Annabel. She was surprised at how parental she sounded, but she was genuinely concerned. Carla, sensing this, answered honestly.

"No, Kim was driving," she said. "Thank God."

After finishing her coffee Carla disappeared upstairs, and Annabel didn't see her again for a couple hours. But when she returned Carla looked like her regular self again, cleaned up and bright-eyed. She was wearing a black string bikini that hid very little of her body, and Annabel found herself averting her eyes in reflexive embarrassment, despite the intimacies the two of them had shared.

"I'm going to go lay out," said Carla. "Listen, I'm kind of partied out, I think I'm going to stay home tonight. Can you make something nice for dinner?"

Annabel nodded, glad that she had stocked up on supplies. As Carla sunbathed she labored diligently on a meal of roast chicken and vegetables, and they sat down to eat just as the sun was going down.

For awhile they were just like members of a normal family having a meal together, talking about this and that. The only off note was that Carla, who had taken off her top while sunbathing, was still dressed only in her bikini bottoms. Annabel found herself distracted and rather flustered by the sight of Carla's naked breasts, a sheen of sweat forming on her forehead. It came as somewhat of a relief when the night began to cool down and Carla put on a shirt on.

After the meal Carla thanked Annabel and went back upstairs, having made no move to help clean up. Annabel supposed that this was pretty normal, too. By the time she'd cleared the table and washed the dishes, it was completely dark and quiet in the house.

But as she left the kitchen Annabel heard music coming from upstairs -- droning and hypnotic, with a throbbing bassline and Eastern-sounding instruments. Something about it drew her in, and she found herself climbing the stairs one by one, the music growing a little louder with each step.

At the top of the stairs she turned toward Carla's room, where the music was coming from. It was dim in there, the only light coming from several candles in various parts of the room. There was a strong smell of incense and a haze of smoke hovered in the air.

It took a few seconds for Annabel to locate Carla, who was sitting in a chair by the window, gazing out impassively at the ocean. When Annabel entered the room Carla turned toward her with a look that gave her a chill: It was cold, imperious, penetrating.

In fact Carla had been sitting there thinking that she'd been going too easy on Annabel, losing her edge. Annabel had a genuine sweetness to her that Carla found charming, but she didn't want to go soft. A lot of pleasure had passed between them, but there needed to be something more.

When Carla looked at her that way, part of Annabel wanted to flee. But she didn't. Instead, she found herself walking over to where Carla was and dropping to her knees.

Pleased with this response, Carla took Annabel's chin in her hands and gave her a good, hard kiss on the mouth. Annabel felt herself melting; whatever Carla wanted from her, Annabel was going to give, they both knew that.

Carla went to her bedside table and grabbed her sleep mask, which she used to blindfold Annabel. Then she stood Annabel up and stripped her; one by one Annabel's shirt, bra, skirt, and panties hit the floor. Carla left Annabel's socks on, because she always liked that look.

Now Carla arranged the docile older woman on the bed and once again tied her head and foot to the bedposts. For a moment she stood there looking down at her bound, helpless, sightless stepmother. She wondered what Annabel thought was coming. Probably not what she was going to get.

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Carla picked up the candle from her bedside table, a nice big red one with lots of melted wax inside, and hopped up onto the bed. She stood once again looking down at the naked form tied spread-eagled to the bed, eyes hidden by the sleep mask. Carla was in her element; it always excited her to have anyone, not to mention her stepmother, so completely under her control.

She thought about gagging Annabel, then decided against it; she wanted to hear what this really sounded like, and they had no neighbors close enough to be disturbed. Taking a deep breath and steadying herself, she slowly tipped the candle until a glob of molten wax fell and landed on Annabel's belly.

Annabel spasmed and screamed, tugging futilely at her bonds, then exhaled loudly. The wax burned, Carla knew, especially when you weren't expecting it. But it also passed quickly, giving way to a sense of relief that was equally intense, almost sexual in nature.

After letting Annabel recover for a few seconds Carla splashed her again, this time on the shoulder. Annabel's response was similar, but a little less convulsive; she yelped and shuddered visibly, breasts bouncing in a way that Carla found delightful.

Taking her time, moving slowly and deliberately, Carla dripped trails of wax down Annabel's hips and legs. She varied the timing so Annabel never knew when it was coming, and every time Annabel reacted the same way: she stiffened, moaned, relaxed, and sighed. Changing candles now and again, Carla moved on to Annabel's breasts, then her inner thighs, taking care to avoid her vulva. Carla had learned the hard way that the pink areas really burned, in a way took the fun out of things.

After awhile Annabel's body was covered with multicolored patches of wax. Between drips Carla had been occasionally reaching down to touch herself; she was sopping wet and needy down there, more so with every minute that passed. Finally she just couldn't stand it anymore. She put down the candle, stripped off her bikini bottoms, and knelt with her crotch directly over Annabel's face.

It took Annabel a minute to figure out what was happening; at first all she knew was that the wax treatment had stopped, but then she felt the warmth of Carla's flesh close to her, and her nose detected the unmistakable odor of aroused female. Once she understood what was wanted of her, she didn't hesitate. She, too, was more than ready.

It would have been hard for her to believe it just a few days previously, but Annabel had discovered that she quite enjoyed eating pussy. It was a complete sensual experience: the touch, the smell, the taste... even the sounds were gratifying, whether it was the moans and sighs of the woman being pleasured, or the little squishing sounds made by her private parts.

It was harder for Annabel to navigate with her eyes covered, but she was becoming quite familiar with her stepdaughter's nether regions, and she managed to find her way around. Hearing Carla's response helped. It was especially vocal today; the long wait and the thrill of domination had gotten her extremely worked up. Her moans were louder, longer, and higher-pitched than usual.

It didn't take long for Annabel to bring Carla to a mighty orgasm. Her other senses heightened by her blindness, Annabel felt the spasms vibrate through her, as well. Carla paused for only a few seconds before saying firmly, "Don't stop."

As Annabel went back to work, Carla stared down at her stepmother's crotch. She had intended for this session to be about Annabel giving pleasure without receiving any, except what she derived from being Carla's plaything. But that pussy looked sooooo wet, delicious, and inviting... Carla just couldn't help herself. Pulling off her shirt, she bent forward, pressing her body down against Annabel's.

Carla ran her lips and tongue through her stepmother's soft blond pubic hair. The smell drifting up from between Annabel's legs was strong and intoxicating. Curling an arm around Annabel's thigh, Carla penetrated her with one finger, then began to lick her. Carla could feel Annabel's breath on her own pussy as she sighed, then let out a long, full-throated cry of the purest bliss.

Time disappeared as they reveled in the indulgence of the moment. Within this circle there was no stepmother and stepdaughter, no older and younger, no dominant and submissive; just two women enjoying each other's bodies, and their own.

When Carla finally rolled off, she was completely sated. She lay there head-to-toe and toe-to-head with Annabel, catching her breath, every cell of her body tingling with euphoria. Annabel sighed and let her whole body go limp. She was completely overwhelmed by what she'd just been through. The pain and pleasure were now completely intermingled in her mind, forming a single experience unlike any she'd ever had before.

Suddenly Carla decided that Annabel, having been such a trouper during the wax treatment, deserved a special treat. So she got out her strap-on and gave her stepmother a good, hard, slow, and thorough fucking. Annabel wouldn't have thought she could come any harder, but she did, repeatedly and progressively. By the time Carla was through with her, she was utterly spent and drained; her head lolled to one side and she lay completely still.

After going to the bathroom Carla returned to find Annabel fast asleep. She took off the sleep mask to reveal the older woman's beautiful, peaceful, and completely contented face. She was, she had to admit, developing tender feelings toward her stepmother; she'd have to be careful not to let them cloud her judgment.

Carla untied Annabel's hands and one foot, leaving the other foot bound just for the heck of it, then crawled into bed next to her. She had been there playing around on her phone for about a half-hour when she got a text alerting her that she was missing a really great party. Thinking it over, she decided that she felt fully recovered from the previous night, so she went ahead and got dressed. She checked herself in the mirror, put on some lipstick, and took off, leaving Annabel alone with her dreams.