Submitting To His Will

Penny's life was a wreck—cut off from her family, scraping by on bad luck and worse decisions. So when she learns her pig-headed grandpa, who despised her guts especially for daring to mouth off to men, willed her his whole damn fortune? It hits like a sucker punch. No clue what flipped the old bastard's switch before he croaked. But cornering Jack, the slick lawyer handling the mess, shatters the illusion. This ain't redemption. It's his parting shot, a twisted payback. Jack lays it out cold: to claim the cash, Penny's gotta kneel to a man's whims, swallow every filthy demand no matter how it strips her bare. Her stomach churns. Revulsion boils up, hotter when Jack smirks and says it's him—right here, right now. She fires back, voice sharp as broken glass, but he twists the knife deeper. Fine, he sneers, make it anal too. Prove you're all in, or walk away empty. Shock locks her muscles, but the hunger for escape, for a shot at something better, claws louder. She nods, jaw tight, and bends to it. In that stuffy office, she drops trou and takes him anally, every thrust a raw invasion that burns and humbles. Jack grunts through it all, eyes gleaming like a predator's. And there, perched on the sidelines, his paralegal Kasey watches with cool detachment, tossing casual chit-chat his way—bills to file, calls to return—as if Penny's degradation is just another Tuesday.