Chapter 7: OnlyFans Blackmail

I ride him hard, my thighs already starting to tremble from the effort. The chat explodes into one long scream of caps-locked begging, everyone pleading for more. "Oh God, yes," I moan out loud, my voice echoing in the room for the viewers. Inside, I'm thinking, This is insane how did we get here? But damn, it feels so good.*


His cock feels so deep inside me, like it's hitting places I didn't even know existed. Every grind of my hips drags my clit against the hard plane of his pelvis, sending sparks through my body. Each bounce makes my tits slap against my chest, my nipples so hard they ache with need. Sweat beads between my breasts, rolling down my stomach and mixing with the slick mess where we're joined. I glance at the screen viewer count frozen at 4,112 and still climbing. Tips pour in so fast the counter blurs. They're loving this, I think, a thrill rushing through me. And so am I.


I lift up slowly until only the fat head of him stretches my entrance, teasing us both. Then I slam back down hard, the gaming chair groaning under the force. His breath punches out of him in a sharp gasp. I do it again. Again. Again. Until his hands claw at my hips, trying to control the pace, trying to survive the intensity. "Scarlett... fuck," he groans, his voice rough and desperate.


But I don't let him take over. No way. I climb off suddenly, his cock slipping out with a wet, obscene sound. It glistens with me, angry red and veins pulsing. A thick string of my arousal connects us for one heartbeat before it breaks. He looks wrecked already eyes glazed, chest heaving and I haven't even started the real fun. Poor Tyler, I think with a smirk. You have no idea what's coming. I shove him flat on the bed, crawling up his body until I straddle his face without warning. "Make me come again," I tell the camera, my voice shaking with raw need. "Show these four thousand people exactly how good my stepbrother is with his tongue." The chat goes wild, and I can feel the excitement building in me too.


His hands grip my thighs hard enough to leave perfect fingerprints tomorrow. He yanks me down onto his mouth like he's been starving for this for months. "Mmm, yes," he mumbles against me, the vibration making me shiver. And he devours me tongue plunging deep, curling, fucking into me like he's trying to taste every inch. His nose grinds against my clit, messy and desperate. I roll my hips hard, riding his face, my fingers twisted tight in his hair. "That's it, Tyler," I gasp, chasing the next high while the chat explodes in all caps. *Holy shit, he's good at this. Why did we wait so long?*


He moans into me, the sound shooting straight through my clit. I feel it building again, faster, harder. "Don't stop," I beg, my voice high and needy. I grind down, smothering him, my thighs clamped around his head. He doesn't fight it. He just licks deeper, sucks my clit between his lips, flicks it with the flat of his tongue until I'm shaking uncontrollably. "Oh fuck, yes! Right there!"


I come a third time with his name tearing out of my throat. "Tyler!" I scream, my thighs trembling so hard I almost collapse. I flood his mouth, feeling him swallow me down greedily, licking every drop like he'll die without another taste. "Good boy," I murmur, my body still buzzing.


Only then do I slide down his body slowly, deliberately dragging my soaked pussy over his chest, leaving a shiny trail across his skin. He shudders under me, whispering, "Scarlett... you're killing me." I line him up and sink back onto his cock in one slick, merciless drop. The stretch is perfect. He's so hard it hurts in the best way. Finally, I think. Back where he belongs. 


This time, I set a brutal, punishing pace slamming down, grinding deep, lifting up until he almost slips out before taking him again so hard the headboard smacks the wall with every thrust. "You feel so good," I tell him, my voice breathless. His hands are everywhere: bruising my hips, fingers digging in like he's trying to anchor himself to the earth. He slaps my tits sharp, perfect stings that make them bounce and burn. "Ah!" I cry out, the pain mixing with pleasure. Then he pinches my nipples hard, twisting until I sob and beg for more, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes. "More, Tyler! Don't stop!"


I reach under his pillow, pull out the wand I stashed there earlier, flick it to high, and press it directly to my clit without ever breaking rhythm. "Watch this," I say to the camera, grinning wickedly. The orgasm hits like a wrecking ball. I scream raw and broken, my pussy clamping down so hard he shouts, his hips bucking wildly beneath me. "Scarlett! Fuck!" he yells, trying to follow me over the edge.


I keep the wand there, riding the aftershocks, forcing him to feel every pulse, every clench, every gush of wetness as I squirt down his cock and balls, soaking the sheets beneath us. "Oh God, yes!" I cry, my body convulsing. He's shaking now, pleading, his voice shredded. "Scarlett fuck please—"


I pull the wand away only when my vision whites out and I can't take another second of my own pleasure. "Not yet," I tease him, my breath ragged. Then I turn around reverse cowgirl giving the camera the perfect, unobstructed view of his thick cock disappearing into me inch by glistening inch.


His hands immediately spread my ass wide, thumbs brushing where we're joined, watching himself stretch me open. "So fucking hot," he mutters, his voice low and awed. I lean forward, brace my hands on his knees, and start fucking myself on him in earnest hard, fast and desperate. The angle is devastating. Every stroke drags the head of his cock over my g-spot like it was made for it. I'm already climbing again, higher, faster. I can't believe how perfect this feels, I think, lost in the sensation.


He slaps my ass once, sharp and loud. "Yes!" I yelp. Then again on the other cheek, harder. The sting shoots straight to my clit like lightning. I come again, screaming, squirting so hard it splashes his thighs, the bed, the floor. My pussy flutters and milks him in long, greedy pulses. "Tyler! Fuck, I'm coming!"


He growls my name like a prayer, fingers digging into my hips hard enough to leave ten perfect bruises shaped like his hands. "Scarlett... so good..."


I slow just enough to edge him tiny, cruel circles that keep him right on the brink then slam down one final time and clench deliberately, hard. "Look at the camera," I pant, my voice wrecked. "Tell them who you belong to tonight."


His eyes lock on the lens, wild, wrecked, utterly gone. "Her," he growls, voice completely shredded. "I'm hers. Fuck Scarlett I'm yours, only yours—"


I roll my hips once, slow and filthy, then twice, harder. He breaks. Hips snapping up, cock swelling impossibly thicker, pulsing, spilling deep inside me with a hoarse, broken shout that the microphone catches in perfect, filthy clarity. "Scarlett! Yes…fuck!"


I feel every single throb, every thick, hot rope coating my walls, filling me up, marking me from the inside in a way no amount of money ever could. "That's it, give it to me," I whisper, encouraging him. I keep moving slow rolls milking every drop, drawing it out until he's shaking beneath me, oversensitive and pleading, tears in his own eyes now. "Please... too much..."


Only then do I lean forward, kiss him slow and deep tasting myself, tasting us, tasting complete desire. I think, a soft warmth mixing with the heat. I reach for the phone, hold it close, zoom in slow on the mess between my thighs. His cum already leaks out in thick, creamy rivulets, mixing with mine, dripping down my thighs in long strands.


I spread myself open with two fingers so they can see how full I am, how wrecked, how owned. "Look at that," I say to the camera, my tone playful and satisfied.


Then I smile sweet, filthy, victorious. "Tip well, boys," I purr, my voice husky and completely exhausted. "Maybe next month I'll let him come on my face while I read his old comments out loud one by one until he's begging me to stop."


I blow the camera a kiss and end the stream. The final total flashes across the screen before it dies: $12,931 in seventy-two minutes.


The room falls silent except for our breathing harsh, ragged, wrecked. Tyler stares up at me, pupils blown so wide his eyes are black, lips swollen and shining with me, chest heaving, cock still twitching inside me like it hasn't accepted it's over.


I brush a thumb across his bottom lip, gentle now, almost tender. "You were amazing," I whisper, feeling a rush of affection.


"Next month's rent is on you," I add with a soft laugh.


Then I climb off slow, feeling the wet slide of him leaving me, feeling his cum follow in a warm, filthy rush down my thighs. I walk out naked, dripping, marked, and completely, utterly in charge. And I wouldn't have it any other way.