Blackmailed By The Ruthless Mafia CEO

Charlotte’s POV

I was twenty years old, still a virgin, but my pussy has been yearning for my stepfather’s cock longer than I cared to admit.

My pussy throbbed every single night for the one man who was supposed to protect me, my stepfather, Sebastian.

Dad died when I was fourteen. Stage four cancer took him away from us. I watched him waste away while Mom buried herself in work, chasing money.

By the time she brought Sebastian home, tall, commanding, rich as sin. I was already ruined inside. Quiet little Charlotte on the outside, big innocent eyes and soft curves that drew stares. But on the inside I was a storm of violent fantasies.

Every night I’d shove my fingers deep into my soaked cunt, watching violent BDSM videos until the women on screen screamed and squirted, and I’d cum pretending it was Sebastian ruining me.

Tonight was another night to watch slave training videos where they begged for more even as tears streamed down their faces.

Mom was at another gala, playing the perfect wife. Sebastian had gone to bed early, that deep voice of his rumbling goodnight like a warning. My body didn’t care about warnings. My nipples were hard under my thin silk nightie, and my panties were already drenched.

Imagining his strong hand forcing my thighs apart.

I crept downstairs barefoot, the basement door had always been locked. Off-limits. But since no one was home, I decided to check it out because I’d seen my daddy come out from there .

The door swung open.

Holy fuck.

The air smelled like leather. Dim red lights cast shadows over a St. Andrew’s cross bolted to one wall. Thick ropes hung coiled and ready. A padded spanking bench with heavy restraints. Whips, paddles, and things I didn’t even have names for lined the shelves.

But what made my knees weak was the velvet display: a thick black leather collar with a heavy silver ring at the front.

My breath hitched. I stepped inside, the door clicking shut behind me. Without thinking, I pressed the leather to my throat, imagining Sebastian’s strong hands buckling it tight.

“Look at you, Charlotte,” his voice growled in my head. “My sweet little stepdaughter, sneaking into Daddy’s playroom like a desperate slut.”

I dropped to my knees on the thick rug, yanked my nightie up, and shoved my soaked panties aside. Three fingers plunged into my dripping pussy without mercy. I was so wet, my other hand tightened the collar around my neck.

I fucked myself harder, hips rocking, thumb grinding my swollen clit. In my fantasy, Sebastian dragged me down here by the hair, bent me over that bench, and slammed his thick cock into my virgin cunt while I screamed. “Take it all, daddy. This pussy belongs to Daddy now.” I pinched my nipple hard, twisting.

Tears pricked my eyes, not from shame, but from how fucking good the wrongness felt.

The grief from Dad’s death, Mom’s endless absence, the boredom that made me seek comfort in the darkest corners of the internet, it all melted into this one desperate need. Sebastian wasn’t just my stepdad. He was the cure for every lonely night I’d spent touching myself.

I was right there, thighs shaking, about to explode, when I heard it.

“Charlotte?” Mom’s voice drifted down. She was home early. Fuck.

I ripped the collar off my neck, stuffed it into the waistband of my panties, and bolted the room. Then I raced to the kitchen on shaky legs, grabbing a glass of water with trembling hands.

My juices were trickling down my inner thighs.

Mom appeared in the doorway, elegant in her evening gown, but looking exhausted.

She’d sacrificed so much, dating rich men, marrying Sebastian for me. For stability. For a father figure. If only she knew her precious quiet daughter was finger-fucking herself with his BDSM collar while fantasizing about him breeding her…

“Sweetie, why are you still up?” she asked, frowning slightly. Her gaze swept over me, flushed cheeks, messy hair, the way my nightie clung to my hard nipples. “You look feverish.”

“Just… couldn’t sleep,” I whispered, voice breathy. I pressed my thighs together, fighting the urge to grind against nothing. “How was the gala?”

She sighed, kicking off her heels. “Same old charade. Sebastian’s been restless lately. Tossing and turning all night.” I could see the tiredness in her smile. “He tries to be a good father to you.”

I nodded, forcing an innocent smile while my stepfather’s collar marked me like a secret brand. “I know, Mom. Goodnight.”

I fled upstairs before she could smell the sex on me. The second my bedroom door locked, I collapsed onto the bed, yanked the collar free, and buckled it tight around my throat.

I stripped completely, legs spread wide, and shoved four fingers into my pussy this time. No holding back. I rode my hand like a whore, choking myself lightly with the collar’s ring, imagining Sebastian’s powerful grip. “You’re mine now, Charlotte. Your mom could walk in any second and see what a filthy little slut her daughter is for Daddy’s cock.”

The fantasy pushed me over. I came violently, squirting across my sheets in hot, shameful pulses. My vision blurred with tears of overwhelming pleasure and guilt. I bit my pillow to muffle the moan that tore from my throat with me moaning his name.

But even as the aftershocks faded, the hunger roared back stronger. The collar felt too right. Too perfect. Dad’s death had left a hole nothing filled… until Sebastian.

I touched the collar again, smiling through the shame. This was dangerous. Reckless. But I didn’t care.

What the fuck did I just steal? And why was I already planning how to wear it the next time I got Sebastian alone, especially with mom leaving for another overnight trip?

The mansion creaked around me as if it knew my secrets. Down the hall, I heard Sebastian’s door open softly. His heavy footsteps paused… right outside my room. My breath caught.

He lingered there in the dark. I could almost feel those intense eyes burning through the wood, smelling my fresh cum in the air. My pussy clenched again, fresh wetness soaking the sheets.

This wasn’t going to stay hidden for long. I can’t wait for the man who made me cum just from my imaginations to finally get a grip of me and destroy my pussy however he likes.