All Chapters of Craving My Stepson: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The game had been going for what felt like hours. The bottle of vodka in the middle of the circle was nearly empty now, and my stomach swirled with a hot, dizzy burn. I’d taken shot after shot, each one stronger than the last, my protests drowned out by the cheers and laughter of the group. I could still hear Michael’s voice mocking me from earlier, telling me I was “shy.” Maybe that was why, when the cards kept coming my way, I chose drinking over dares again and again. I thought it would keep me safe. Instead, all it did was blur my head and make me lighter, looser, and less careful. The world had a tilt to it. The room glowed with warm shadows, music pounding from a speaker in the corner, bass vibrating through the floor. Laughter came in bursts, too loud and too close. Every face around me blurred in and out of focus, but I could feel all their eyes on me as they were waiting, watching, ready to see how far I’d go. And Ace. He sat opposite me now, cards balanced on his knee, wa

Daylight seeped through the curtains, pulling me from the haze of sleep. My head no longer felt like someone was drumming inside it, though there was still a faint reminder of the vodka shots I had taken. Well, too many of them, if I were being honest. I stretched, groaning a little, and muttered under my breath, “Never again. I swear, I’ll never drink that much again.” The bed beside me shifted. Ace was still curled up, face half-buried in the pillow, his hair messy, his breathing even. I blinked at him for a long moment, remembering everything from last night. The chaos, the confrontation, and how he had been the one to carry me here, to safety. A strange warmth settled in my chest, unexpected and confusing. I nudged him with my elbow. “Ace, wake up.” He groaned and tugged the blanket higher over his head. “Five more minutes. Please.” I chuckled. “You’ve got eight people in the house, remember? You should at least check they haven’t set the place on fire.” He peeked one eye ope

The chatter and laughter downstairs blurred into background noise as I filled my plate. Eggs, bacon, toast, and a slice of avocado that Amber insisted I try. Everything smelled delicious. My fingers trembled a little as I balanced the plate, so I tightened my grip and took a long breath. I needed space. The kitchen, the dining room, the group’s energy, it was too much. After last night, after what I overheard this morning, the last thing I wanted was to sit shoulder to shoulder with Michael at the same table, pretending things were fine. So, I slipped out with my plate. I moved quickly, hoping no one would stop me, half-praying no one even noticed. By the time I reached my room, I shut the door softly and let out a sigh that felt like it had been trapped in my chest for hours. I set the plate on the desk and sank onto the bed. For a moment, I just stared at the food, the bright yolks, the crispy edges of bacon. My stomach growled, but my appetite felt trapped behind the knot in m

It didn’t take long before I changed fully into the costume Ace had given me. I stepped out of my room, and everywhere was silent. I found my way down the stairs, and still there was no one. So, I thought to myself that maybe the play would be taking place outside, preferably in the garden. So, I went outside. That’s when I started to hear voices. To my surprise, Ace had set up something in the backyard for the play. But it looked more like it was for the first act, which was the blind maiden in the village square surrounded by dirt before the prince found her. I covered my eyes with the blindfold, and I got into my role. Not seeing anything but recognizing everyone by their voice. I got to my knees instantly, whining while I begged for some pieces of bread from the supposed villagers. The dress was barely covering my body. My boobs were hanging out, barely covered. But luckily, my nipples were hidden. So, when I got to my knees, crawling, my boobs bounced and jiggled so much that

The whipping had stopped now. Tears spilled from my eyes. My hands were freed from the rope, and the mouth gag was removed. I inhaled deeply, exhaling just as much. Then the King spoke. “She has passed the test of pain and the test of endurance.” Everyone clapped. “Now... let us proceed to the next test,” the King continued. “The test of pleasure and desires.” Then I heard footsteps. When it stopped, I could feel the presence of someone in front of me. The person leaned forward, and I instantly recognized the familiar scent of Ace cologne. He guided me to the bed in a few steps, whispering, “You’re doing perfectly.” “The second test,” announced the Queen, “is the test of pleasure and desire.” “Pleasure?” I asked softly. “Yes,” Ace said, stepping in front of me now. His tone had changed again, carrying that same dark charm he used when he was teasing. “The maiden must show that she can be able to give pleasure to her prince to fulfill his desires.” Even blindfolded, I could