Step-Son’s Revenge: 3

Daddy at the Door💦🫦

“Jake? Elena? You two still awake?”

Richard’s voice came through the door soft but clear. My heart stopped. Jake’s cock was still half-hard against my thigh, his cum leaking out of me onto the sheets. We were both naked. The room smelled like sex.

Jake’s hand clamped over my mouth. His eyes locked on mine. He mouthed the words “Don’t move.”

I nodded, barely breathing.

“Yeah, Dad?” Jake called out, voice steady like nothing was wrong. “Just watching something on my phone. What’s up?”

Richard’s footsteps stopped right outside. “Elena with you? I checked our room. Bed’s empty.”

My stomach twisted. Jake’s fingers tightened on my hip. He kept his voice casual. “She came in to talk about the house stuff. We were just finishing up. She’s heading back now.”

Silence. Too long.

Then Richard chuckled. “Alright. Don’t keep her up too late. Big day tomorrow. Good night, son.”

“Good night, Dad.”

His footsteps moved down the hall. The master bedroom door clicked shut.

I stayed frozen for three full seconds before I shoved Jake’s hand away and scrambled off the bed. “Holy shit. Holy fucking shit.”

Jake sat up, calm as ever, watching me grab my nightgown. “Breathe. He bought it.”

“He almost walked in!” I hissed, yanking the thin fabric over my head. Cum was still running down my thighs. “And that video, someone filmed us. In here. In your closet.”

Jake’s jaw flexed. He stood, naked, and walked to the closet. He yanked the door open and scanned the shelves. Nothing. No camera. No phone. Just clothes and a couple of boxes.

“Whoever it is,” he said, voice low, “they were already in the house. Or they’ve got access.”

My phone buzzed again on the nightstand. I snatched it.

Unknown: Nice recovery. Next time don’t be so loud. Meet me tomorrow at the old warehouse on River Road. 11 p.m. Bring the boy. Or the video goes to Richard’s email and every board member at his firm.

I showed Jake the screen. His eyes went cold.

“We’re going,” he said.

“Jake…”

“We’re going.” He pulled on a pair of black boxers and jeans. “Whoever this is already has the video. Running only makes it worse. We face it.”

I sat on the edge of the bed, legs still shaking. “This was supposed to be one time. A mistake. Now someone’s blackmailing us and your dad is sleeping twenty feet away.”

Jake crouched in front of me, hands on my knees. “Look at me.”

I did.

“You’re not a mistake. You’re mine. And nobody threatens what’s mine.” His thumb brushed the inside of my thigh, still sticky. “We’ll handle this. Together.”

I wanted to argue. Instead I leaned forward and kissed him hard. He tasted like me. Like danger.

When we broke apart I whispered, “What if it’s someone who knows Richard? What if it’s—”

Jake cut me off with another kiss. “Tomorrow. Tonight you sleep in my bed. I want to wake up with my cum still inside you.”

I shouldn’t have stayed. But I did.

I crawled under the covers. Jake pulled me against his chest, one heavy arm locked around my waist. His hand slid between my legs, two fingers pushing back into the mess he’d left.

“Still open for me,” he murmured against my hair. “Good.”

I pushed back against his hand, already wet again. “We shouldn’t…”

“Shh.” He worked his fingers slow and deep. “Quiet, Mummy. Dad’s just down the hall.”

I bit the pillow as he curled those fingers and rubbed my clit with his thumb. The orgasm hit soft and sharp at the same time. I shook against him, trying not to make a sound.

Jake kissed the back of my neck. “Sleep. Tomorrow we deal with the rest.”

I closed my eyes, but sleep didn’t come easy.

***

Morning was worse.

Richard was already in the kitchen making coffee when I walked in, still in the same nightgown, hair messy, lips swollen. Jake came down right behind me in a black tee that showed off every tattoo.

Richard smiled like nothing was wrong. “Morning, you two. Sleep okay?”

“Fine,” I said, pouring coffee with shaky hands.

Jake leaned against the counter right next to me, close enough that his arm brushed mine. “Best sleep I’ve had in weeks.”

Richard didn’t notice the way Jake’s eyes stayed on me while we ate. Or the way I kept shifting in my chair because I was still sore and full of him.

After breakfast Richard left for a meeting. The second the garage door closed, Jake pinned me against the fridge.

“Tonight,” he said. “We go together. No arguments.”

I nodded, heart already racing.

The warehouse on River Road was dark and half-abandoned. Broken windows. Weeds growing through cracks in the pavement. Jake parked his bike behind a dumpster and killed the engine.

“Stay behind me,” he said.

We walked toward the side door. It was already open a crack.

Inside, a single work light hung from a beam. A figure stood in the middle of the concrete floor, face hidden under a black hoodie.

“Right on time,” the voice said. Male. Familiar. Too familiar.

Jake stepped in front of me. “Show your face.”

The figure pulled the hood back.

My blood turned to ice.

It was Liam. Jake’s best friend. The one who used to crash on our couch every other weekend. The one Richard treated like a second son.

Liam smiled, phone in hand. “Hey, Mum. Looking good for someone who just got railed by her step-son all night.”

Jake’s entire body went rigid. “What the fuck, Liam?”

“Easy.” Liam held up the phone. The screen showed the video of me riding Jake in that bed. “I’ve got three more. Kitchen. Shower. And a real nice one of her on her knees in the office hallway last week when she thought nobody was home.”

I felt sick. “Why?”

Liam’s smile turned ugly. “Because Jake’s been bragging for months how he was gonna fuck his dad’s wife. I didn’t believe him. Then I saw you two in the kitchen. Couldn’t help myself. Started filming. And now…” He shrugged. “I want in.”

Jake took a step forward. “You’re dead.”

“Maybe.” Liam tapped the phone. “But if anything happens to me, these go straight to Richard. And to every contact in his company. Your little family falls apart. Your mum here becomes the office slut. And you? You go from golden boy to the kid who fucked his dad’s wife.”

I grabbed Jake’s arm. “Don’t.”

Liam’s eyes moved to me. “Here’s the deal. I keep the videos private. You two keep fucking. And every now and then… I get a turn. Or I watch. Whatever I want.”

Jake’s voice was pure ice. “Over my dead body.”

Liam smiled wider. “We’ll see.”

He tossed the phone toward us. Jake caught it.

“That’s a copy,” Liam said. “Originals are safe. Think about it. You’ve got until Friday. Then I send everything.”

He walked past us toward the door. As he passed me he leaned in close. “You moan real pretty when you’re getting filled, Mum. Can’t wait to hear it again.”

Then he was gone.

Jake and I stood in the empty warehouse, the single light swinging above us.

I looked at the phone in Jake’s hand. My face. His cock. Everything.

Jake turned to me, eyes darker than I’d ever seen them.

“This just became war,” he said. “And you’re not going anywhere near him. Ever.”

But the phone in his hand lit up with a new message from Liam.

Liam: Friday. Your place. Or the whole world sees what a dirty little mummy you really are.

Jake crushed the phone in his fist until the screen cracked.

We both knew it wouldn’t matter.

The original videos were still out there.

And Friday was only three days away.