Cold Shoulders

Sebastian had filled me with his cum while Mom slept next door, but the next morning he looked at me like I was poison.

He was literally avoiding my eyes, my touch, and every chance to be alone with me.

I woke up sore in the best way, my pussy still tender and I could still feel him inside me.

The memory of him pounding me from behind while Mom breathed softly in the next room made me wet all over again. I touched the leather collar hidden under my pillow and smiled.

Last night was everything. raw, risky and perfect. We fucked again without a condom. He had called me his. But when I went downstairs for breakfast, the warm glow died fast.

Sebastian sat at the table in his crisp work shirt, scrolling through his phone like he had something serious he was doing. He barely looked up when I walked in. “Morning, Charlotte,” he said, voice polite and cold. No “princess.” No excitement in his eyes.

I knew he was trying to keep a distance.

Mom was already rushing out, she had a cup of coffee in hand, talking about her next big meeting. “I’ll be late again tonight. You two are okay on your own,right?” She kissed Sebastian’s cheek quickly, the same routine kiss I’d seen a hundred times.

She had no idea her husband had fucked her daughter senseless last night while she slept.

I sat across from Sebastian, my short robe slipping open a little on purpose. “I’m good, Mom. Really good.” My voice came out sweet, but inside I hurt. Why was he acting like nothing happened? Like I was just his quiet stepdaughter again?

After Mom left, the house felt too big and too quiet. Sebastian grabbed his laptop and headed straight to his office. “I’ve got lots of work today,” he muttered without looking back. The door clicked shut.

I could feel the rejection. I stood there in the kitchen, with my cute shorts feeling small and unwanted.

I went up to my room and locked the door. The hurt turned into something hotter. I pulled out the stolen collar and buckled it tight around my neck. Lying back on my bed, I spread my legs wide and slid two fingers into my still-sore pussy. “You felt so big inside me, Daddy,” I whispered, pumping slowly.

I remembered every thrust, every spank, the way he growled while filling me. My thumb rubbed my clit faster. I came hard, biting my pillow so no one would hear, but the pleasure felt empty without him.

Mom had never been around much after Dad died. She chased money like it could fix everything. While she was gone at meetings or dates, I learned to take care of myself. I watched videos. Read things online. Talked with bolder girls at school who got whatever they wanted from older guys.

That’s how I became good at getting what I wanted. And right now, I wanted Sebastian.

I decided to fight.

The next few days I started small so no one would notice because our house keeper was around. I wore shorter skirts. Tighter tops that showed the curve of my breasts. No bra. I “accidentally” bent over in front of him while picking up something in the living room, letting him see the bottom of my ass. His eyes lingered. I saw the bulge in his pants. Hope flared. He still wanted me.

But at dinner that night, the tension was thick enough to cut. Mom sat between us, talking nonstop about her latest deal. “The company needs me there every second. We have to stay on top.” She didn’t notice how quiet I was. Or how Sebastian kept his eyes on his plate.

“Everything okay, sweetie?” she asked me once, barely looking up from her phone.

“Yeah, Mom. Just tired.” My voice stayed sweet, likeable on the outside. Inside, I was screaming. She had sacrificed for us, sure. But she missed everything important.

And now the man she’s married to was the one man I desperately wanted to have without restriction. I wanted her man to be mine,

Sebastian’s gaze flicked to me when Mom wasn’t looking. Heat. Guilt. Want. But he looked away fast. “Pass the turkey, Charlotte.”

I brushed his fingers on purpose when I handed it over. He pulled back like I burned him.

I was used to getting what I wanted. My classmates taught me some tricks. The internet taught me more. So with all of them joined together, I’m definitely not going to let him push me away.

Later that evening, I heard the shower running in the main bathroom. My heart raced. I waited until I knew he was in there, then “accidentally” walked in wearing nothing but a towel. Steam filled the room.

Sebastian stood under the spray, water running down his muscular back and tight ass. His thick cock hung heavy between his legs, half-hard like he’d been thinking about me too.

I dropped my towel. “Oops. Sorry, Dad. I thought it was free.”

He turned, eyes widening as he took in my naked body, soft curves, hard nipples, the faint marks his hands had left on my hips. His cock twitched and started to swell. For a second, I thought I had him. I thought he wanted me. So I stepped closer, water splashing my skin.

“Please touch me again,” I begged softly. “I need you. I’m still sore from how hard you fucked me. I can still feel your cum inside.”

His jaw tightened. One hand twitched like he wanted to grab me. But then he turned off the water, grabbed a towel, and walked past me without a word. “Get dressed, Charlotte. This has to stop now.”

The door closed behind him. I stood there naked, wet, furious, and aching. He was fighting it. But I could see the cracks. I smiled through the hurt, already planning my next move. My friends at school would have some good ideas. And Sebastian’s resistance? It wouldn’t last.

That night I touched myself again thinking about him, collar tight around my throat, whispering his name right as I heard him groan mine through the wall.