Master plan

 (Marcus’s POV)

I was in the bedroom when Bianca stormed in later, her face flushed with anger and hurt. She closed the door behind her a little too hard, the slam echoing through the room, and leaned against it, breathing heavily like she’d just run a marathon. Her robe was slightly disheveled, hair messy from whatever confrontation had gone down, and her eyes were red-rimmed from holding back tears or frustration.

“God, Marcus… that girl is going to drive me crazy,” she said, her voice cracking as she pushed off the door.

I sat up immediately on the bed and opened my arms. “Come here, babe.”

Bianca crossed the room quickly and collapsed into my lap, burying her face in my neck. I wrapped my arms around her tight, one hand rubbing slow circles on her back while the other gently stroked her hair. She smelled like her usual floral shampoo mixed with the faint scent of stress sweat. Her body was tense at first, trembling slightly against mine.

“Tell me what happened,” I murmured, pressing a soft kiss to her temple, my voice low and calm.

She let out a shaky breath, clinging to me. “I told her it’s final, she’s staying home this year. She lost it completely. Said I was going back on my word, that everything changed because of you. She even accused me of letting you manipulate me. Then she said…” Bianca’s voice broke again, choking up. “She said she wished she was living with her dad instead of here with me and my boyfriend.”

I held her tighter, my hand sliding down to grip her waist. “Hey… hey, look at me.”

I tilted her chin up gently so our eyes met. Her eyes were watery, filled with pain and exhaustion. I leaned in and kissed her softly at first, tasting the salt of a tear that had escaped. She melted into it almost immediately, her hands clutching my shirt desperately. I deepened the kiss, shoving my tongue into her mouth possessively, claiming her while she was vulnerable. She moaned softly into it, her body starting to relax against mine as the tension eased under my touch.

When I pulled back, I rested my forehead against hers, breathing her in. “This is normal, babe. She’s a young adult going through a lot of shit right now. The divorce fucked her up, watching you move on, college stress… kids lash out at their parents when they feel like their world is spinning out of control. It’s typical rebellion, even if she’s twenty. She doesn’t mean it deep down. She’s just hurting.”

Bianca sniffled, nodding weakly. “But it hurt, Marcus. The way she said it… like I’m some terrible mother who just replaced her dad with you and forgot about her.”

“You’re not a terrible mother,” I said firmly, my voice low and reassuring as I kissed her again, harder this time. My hand moved down to squeeze her fat ass possessively, gripping it hard like I owned every inch of her. She moaned into my mouth, her hips shifting in my lap. “You’re doing what’s best for your family. For her future. She’ll see that eventually when she’s not buried in debt and has a stable home.”

I laid her back on the bed gently but firmly, moving on top of her and settling between her spread legs. My hand slipped under her robe, stroking her smooth thigh roughly before moving higher. “Think about it logically,” I murmured against her neck, kissing and sucking on her skin hard enough to leave marks. “Dorms are expensive as hell. Thousands of dollars a year for a tiny fucking room and shitty cafeteria food. Here she has her own room, home-cooked meals, and two adults who actually care about her. She can still go out, party with friends, experience college life. She’s not being locked up like a prisoner. She’s just being smart with money instead of blowing it all.”

Bianca let out a soft moan as my fingers found her already damp pussy. I stroked her slowly at first, teasing her swollen clit with firm circles while I kept talking, my breath hot against her ear. “And honestly? I like having her around,” I added. I want to be there for her too, guide her, support her. She’ll come around. Just give her time to cool off. Don’t push too hard right now or she’ll dig in deeper.”

I pushed two thick fingers inside her wet cunt, curling them just right as I kissed her deeply again. Bianca gasped sharply, her hips rolling up to meet my hand, chasing the pleasure. Her robe fell open completely, exposing her tits, and I latched onto one nipple, sucking hard while my fingers pumped in and out of her slick pussy with wet, obscene sounds.

“Thank.you ,” she whispered breathlessly, her hands roaming over my back, nails digging in. “I don’t know what I’d do without you, Marcus.”

I smiled against her skin, thrusting my fingers faster, adding a third one to stretch her. “You don’t have to worry about anything, babe. I’ve got you. Both of you. Let me take some of this weight off your shoulders. I’ll handle Beverley my way if I need to.”

I kissed down her neck to her chest, sucking and biting her nipples until they were hard and sensitive, all while finger-fucking her deeper. Bianca arched her back, moaning louder, her pussy clenching around my fingers as she got wetter. I moved lower, spreading her legs wider and burying my face between her thighs. I licked and sucked on her clit hungrily, tongue flicking fast while my fingers kept pumping. She writhed beneath me, hands gripping my hair, hips grinding against my mouth as she chased her release.

All the while, my mind was elsewhere, dark thoughts running hot. Perfect. Beverley was angry, really fucking angry. That slap from Bianca would only make it worse, pushing her further away from her mom. That anger would isolate her, make her feel alone in this house, and eventually drive her right toward me for comfort. The longer she stayed home commuting, the more chances I’d have to get closer. To chip away at her walls. To break her down slowly until she was mine to use.

I sucked harder on Bianca’s clit, two fingers curled deep inside her, hitting that spot that made her cry out. As she moaned and shook, I imagined Beverley upstairs in her room, still fuming, maybe even touching herself in frustration while thinking about how much she hated me… or wanted me. Soon. Very soon, I wouldn’t need to use her mother as an outlet anymore. I’d have the real thing, that young, tight pussy wrapped around my cock while Bianca was none the wiser.

Bianca came hard on my tongue, thighs clamping around my head as she trembled and gasped my name. I kept licking her through it, drawing out every shudder until she was a panting mess. Then I climbed back up, shoved my pants down, and rubbed my hard cock against her soaked folds before thrusting in deep in one stroke. She cried out, legs wrapping around me as I started pounding her hard, the bed creaking under us.

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me,” I growled, gripping her hips tight. “ I fucked her deeper, balls slapping against her ass with every thrust, sweat building between us. Bianca nodded frantically, lost in the pleasure, moaning agreements as I used her body to relieve my own tension.

I flipped her over onto her stomach, pulled her ass up, and slammed back in from behind, gripping her hair lightly as I railed her. My hand reached around to rub her clit roughly while I kept thrusting. Another orgasm ripped through her, and I followed soon after, burying myself deep and filling her with my cum.

We collapsed together, breathing heavy. I pulled her against my chest, one hand lazily squeezing her ass while the other played with her tit. The fight with Beverley felt distant now for Bianca. She was relaxed, convinced, and dependent on me. Exactly where I needed her.

I smirked in the dim light, already planning the next steps. Beverley’s resistance was just fuel. This was going perfectly.