로그인I climbed onto the bed, the silk sheets feeling cool against my bare skin. James loomed over me, his shadow falling across my body. He didn't rush. He leaned down, his face inches from my inner thigh. He took a long, deep breath. "Mmm... you smell amazing, Amy," he murmured, his voice a low vibration against my skin. "Like vanilla and desperate heat. You’ve been waiting for this all day, haven't you?" "I haven't," I lied, my breath hitching as he moved his hand between my legs. "I hate this. I hate you." "Keep telling yourself that," he said. He started to play with my clit, but he was doing it so casually. He used just the tip of his index finger to circle the spot, barely putting any pressure on it. It was a light, teasing touch that was a thousand times worse than being ignored. "James... stop," I moaned, my hips jumping toward his hand. "What... w-what… are you doing?" "What's the matter?" he asked, looking bored. He kept up the slow, circling motion, his thumb occasionally g
Saturday morning felt too normal, and that was the problem. The sun was streaming into the breakfast room, hitting the white tablecloth. My mom was humming as she poured coffee, and my brother, Leo, was complaining about some game he lost last night. I sat there, picking at my pancakes, trying to act like my heart wasn't trying to leap out of my chest every time I heard a chair move. James was sitting directly across from me. He looked annoyingly refreshed. He was wearing a simple black T-shirt that made his shoulders look too broad for our small table. He hadn't talked about my video for the past few days, which was supposed to be a sign of freedom. Maybe he had finally gotten bored of stupid games. But still, my mind wouldn't rest. I still had a feeling he was going to come up with something worse any moment, especially since that video probably was still on his phone. He was laughing at one of Leo's stupid jokes, but his eyes… his eyes were like magnets, constantly snapping
The professor was droning on about biology, writing notes on the board that I wasn't even reading. My mind was still stuck in that garden from last night, replaying every humiliating second. Then, my phone buzzed on the desk, vibrating against the wood like a warning. It was a text from James. James: "Old art studio. Now." I gritted my teeth, my thumbs flying across the screen, my heart already beginning to race with a mix of dread and fury. Me: "I’m in the middle of a lecture, James. Go the fuck out of my DMs." The reply came back in seconds, cold and calculated. James: "Three minutes. If you aren't here, I’m hitting 'send' on that video to the school group chat." My heart did a sick flip. The blood drained from my face, leaving me feeling hollow. I stood up so fast my chair scraped against the floor, the sound echoing like a gunshot in the quiet room. The professor looked up, but I didn't wait for permission. I grabbed my bag and bolted out of the room, ignoring the curious s
The garden was freezing, but my face felt like it was on fire. I stood there, staring at James in total shock. The crickets were chirping in the bushes and the wind was blowing through the trees, but all I could hear was the blood rushing in my ears. “Prick!... Oww… that hurts,” he faked. “But what hurts more is my cock, Amy. I need your mouth on it. A blowjob.” "You're joking," I whispered, my voice shaking now, losing its fierce edge. "You have to be joking." James didn't laugh. He didn't even smile. He just reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. The screen lit up, a bright square of light in the dark night. He tapped a few times and then turned the screen toward me. It was the video. The high-definition, crystal-clear video of me in my bed. I saw my own face, twisted in a private moment of heat, my hand moving in a way that made me want to vanish from the earth. It was humiliating. It was the kind of thing that would ruin my life if a single person at school sa
Dinner finally ended, but the weight in my chest only got heavier. James was acting like the perfect guy he always portrayed. He stood up with a charming smile and offered to help my mom clear the table. "Let me help with that, Mrs. Miller," he said, his voice smooth and polite. My mom beamed at him, probably wishing my brother was half as helpful. I waited, my heart boiling like hot water, until the kitchen cleared out. My mom went into the living room to catch the news, and Leo disappeared to his room. The second the swinging door shut, I moved. I grabbed a steak knife from the counter. My hand was shaking, but my grip was tight. I lunged forward, grabbing the collar of James’s white shirt and shoving him back against the refrigerator. I pressed the cold tip of the blade right against the soft skin of his throat. "What the fuck was that about, James?" I hissed, my voice a jagged whisper. "The video. Explain it. Now." "Oii, oii, oii, tiger. Chill out," he drawled, his breath sme
The blue light from the TV was the only thing illuminating my room. I was huddled on the edge of my bed, my breathing heavy and shallow. On the screen, a guy and his girlfriend were tangled together, their bodies moving in a slow, steady rhythm that made my skin itch.I couldn't help myself. My hand was already deep inside my shorts, my fingers moving frantically against my clit. I was lost in it. The sound of the moans from the speakers filled my ears, blending with the sound of my own pulse. "Ohhh... mmm-nnn-gh... yes..." I whispered, my eyes locked on the screen.The friction was building. Every stroke was like a spark. I closed my eyes, imagining it wasn't just my fingers, but someone real. Someone who knew exactly how to make me shake. I was so close. The heat in my gut was turning into a fire."ohhh! mmm-ph! ohhh god! Yesssss!" I let out a long, broken moan as I hit my peak. My body went stiff, and my toes curled into the carpet. I slumped back against my pillows, gasping
The bedroom was filled with the heavy, wet sounds of the leader’s tongue working against Sarah’s skin. He didn’t stop until she was shaking, her breath coming in ragged, broken sobs that sounded more like gasps of air. He finally pulled back, his chin glistening in the moonlight. He looked up at he
The house was dead silent, the kind of quiet that feels heavy. It was 2:00 AM. David and Sarah were in bed, the blue light of the digital clock the only thing glowing. Suddenly, a loud, heavy knock rattled the front door.BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.David sat up, his heart jumping into his throat. Sarah pull
Gio"Gio, stop. Leo is right down the hall. He’ll hear us," she whispered. Her voice was shaking. She looked at the kitchen door, terrified that her son would walk in.I stepped closer, pinning her against the cold marble of the kitchen island. "If we’re quiet, he won't hear a thing. He’s a deep sl
"Please, don't do this! Take the jewelry! Take the car keys!" David started to beg, his voice cracking. He looked at the leader of the thieves, his eyes filling with tears. "Sarah, give them some money if you have any!"The leader turned his head slowly, looking at David with total disgust. "Shut t







